Poetry
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The city buzzes by as I sway in darkness. They’re clueless to the magic of Pepaw’s porch swing, and I’d like to keep it that way. A spark here, a flick there, then blindness to what waits beyond the gate code. Brass carries on the chilled wind as an invitation to the poon soiree. Can…
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The summer is dwindling The fall clouds draw nigh Except here in Texas We’ll probably die From summer part two Or, if curs-ed, a third To those on the east coast It must sound absurd To cookout at Christmas Or a Thanksgiving plunge The climate’s been changing Since Vedder was Grunge Or perhaps even longer…
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Joggers & bike thieves The lemon sees all Snickerdoodles walloped by Batman’s neice Broomhilda Hospital television tickers show investment futures to the dying Singing to the deaf Miming to the blind Farting around Brittany Useless gestures wasted on the undeserving Dell just dropped three points and screw little Joey’s kidney in the Igloo cooler Bro’s…
The Gonzo Wolf 