I Will Never Know Why
a young woman
holding a red rose
like a magic wand
on a pittsburgh street corner
needs $5 to feel satisfied
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Poem for a New Generation of White Sheet Wearers
licking the dried blood & pride
from your grandfather’s cheek bones
does not make you tough
it just leaves a bad taste lingering
on your ignorant tongue
that you’ll one day have to cut out
of your own mouth
if you ever desire
to passionately kiss the soft lips
of forgiveness
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Asking Generations to Come
how far back in history do we go to ease sorrow
blowing our hot breath against an ice age
like dead dandelion scraps towards sunbeams
as we still attempt to melt every bullet ever owned
into harp strings
for you
deuce coupe 