Forensic Evidence
The tire track across my foot
was the only way they caught
the drunk frat teacher.
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Sundays Muriel
While shopping in sleep
David held my hand.
Bathsheba licked my lip
with paper left of hand a
ticket to repeat again in
new life of
having me wash your Benz.
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Reas Un Wiped Choice
Up wind lined in choices
food funk cracks exposed
fresh paint always scared
coiled in a rims black eye
gushed washed in swipes
mark a skid tire tracs more
choicest cut food Otha door.
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Clearwater Beach
i feel lucky to walk on the beach
collecting some clams
Clearwater beach is clean and pristine
seeing no homeless people around
and ashamedly, i think, am i glad.
looking up north or down south
i know they have not all died
not as of yet and some might wish
where do you think
they without what, have gone?
i wonder how many die in jail?
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Sex Under A Vacant House
Torrents rain blindly flying air
crying in torrents hair matted
skull to face blanket used laid.
Light dim cracked features of
la ired trusses has slowed wind.
Discarded old food rotting in
boxes packed dirt ridge floor.
Bodies musky funk decimated
ode rs of prior use undistilled.
Back against wall wondering
not knowing many unwashed
hopelessness impassioned
acts desperation's released
shells spent bodies discarded
hulls adrft under these floors.
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Red Rose Destitute Prostitute
Rose has the reddest hair I've seen...
Rose is a prostitute of high repute....
Rose smiles and all your thorns fall off
along with your shoes..............................
Rose and I get along real swell not like
you think....
Rose lives on the streets as well...being as
she is actually she has as many as tree
or four homes a day.
Rose did not show up for her doctors appointment.....
Rose was found in an empty lot with her bush
lopped off.
Rose was destitute when found she was sent off on
what we call the gravy train to every where
rose was cremated under tarp then bailed out.
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