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Matt, poem by John Dorsey

played the piano read bukows­ki to pros­ti­tutes while sip­ping steel reserve and chew­ing on pain pills as if he was doing com­mu­ni­ty out­reach at night he would talk about jazz, art his­to­ry and how he once had sex with his … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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Two Poems by John Dorsey

Box­car Poem #6 on hal­loween some­one in the trail­er park put razor blades in a few can­dy apples after that we stayed in to this day i still won’t shave look­ing like griz­zly adams just seems more whole­some   Box­car … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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