you new york fucks
always autumn
by the time you
get around the next corner
how could you ever see
things as
i do wind howling down
eighth avenue tore up
fucking field jacket no wonder everybody
froze in korea
gotta make it out of here lord god
please
no cash left for cigs or a trailways
nobody who knows me
to borrow from
answer the goddamn phone bitch
if not you
who
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4 comments:
"how could you ever see things as i do"
By getting to read your work, which never disappoints, I get to see some things you do and am grateful. Love it. Love the jacket comment.
Merry Christmas, my friend, and let's hope for some decent times in 2012 (some fun would be good as well! ).
This is one solid whallop and I love it and want more I tell you which is the best way to leave them, wanting more.
awesomeness. frohe weihnachten.
(sorry for the german, I can't help myself!)
love d
Merry fucking Xmas.
Wow.
This is the best gift ever.
I love a poem that kicks me in the pants and in the face.
Ow.
But a good ow.
Merry merry, mister take no prisoners.
Happy happy, mister tell it like it is or keep your mouth shut.
I don't say this lightly: You are my writing hero.
Thanks for making me smile and wake up and be thankful for writing like this and friends like you.
Fröhliche Weihnachten!
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