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Bohemian Like Me


Long kicking rivulets of saliva
saturated numb with clove spice
run between the cracked valleys
snaking through the arid terrain
of my lips.

Took up smoking Djarums
after kissing me silly
after tongues in ears
& all this junkie ass thinks about
is getting back to that taste.

I tell you
like I tell anyone
I’ll never ask you
To drink my Kool-Aid
I want to be up front about that shit

So I can keep wondering
if that isn’t the deal breaker
when you take a photo of your pup
to the Black Rock arts fest
to ask if anyone has seen her
since she bolted
from your communal love tent

Even though I’m back here
at your apartment
taking care of her
while you’re out a ‘festin

I pull another DJ

light it

& draw

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PROCESS by Paul Corman Roberts

Here is the place
We pretend doesn’t exist

This is the subject
We don’t talk about
At the dinner table
In front of the kids

These are the desires
That cannot be placed
On the mantle
In the magazine rack
Left sitting on the browser

We agree to return
Every few months
With mumbles and averted eyes

We attempt dialogue
With an overpriced 3rd party

We fake the ritual
Once more time
And call it sustainable

Knowing something
Has been rearranged
Without knowing what.

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The poets of Utopia
Impale each otherPcr
On hurricane wire
Dividing uncharted
Strips of hwy 17
On one side
A graveyard
For the agrarian army
On the other
Wide open
Hipster haylofts
Beady, hard case
Tribal eyes
Ogle opera
Drink drama
Quaff comedy

Just like everywhere
Just like nowhere

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