146 dead into the night they refused exhaustion as each shift paid due respect recovering reminders a fur trimmed hat with a burnt rose, pinned to her head Jesus melted in a soft hand a mother molded to the chair she lived in 122 of the fairer sex most untouched yet, new on a distant [...]
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burning triangle by Rob Dyer
Posted in Rob Dyer, tagged poetry on May 24, 2011 | 3 Comments »
Brian by Rob Dyer
Posted in Rob Dyer, tagged poetry on March 13, 2011 | 5 Comments »
Brian, was an animal looked like one and acted like one his face, dented and scarred, a result of too much interaction with oak trees while under the influence of Methaqualone I watched his way with women, his only way “hey, you wanna fuck?”, it was a question asked without fear, with confidence, with a [...]
James by Rob Dyer
Posted in Rob Dyer, tagged poetry on February 10, 2011 | 2 Comments »
the stench was of truth rancid realities that held him there holding translucent ignorance for those passing sure, they only threw pennies, he collected each his diminished self reflected in the dank gutter flowing with life obscene to many, perfect sense is all he knew I cashed my last check hurried to invite him to [...]
