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Poem: Howl for Alan Ginsberg

I have seen my countrymen draped in flags howling in screeching voices echoing talking heads
without a shadow of original thought
holding with arms their arms that have no arms to hold them back rolling in surplus ammo and
decommissioned military gear for their childhood cosplay fantasies
screams about the disenfranchisement of the hetero white male oppressed my women with dicks
wrapped in a rainbow of skin colors protesting about lives that matter

Poem: Dear Charles (Bukowski) Written on a Cocktail Napkin 5/18/21

I wish
I could’ve seen you
in your unwashed glory
five day old beard
of someone who couldn’t
of indescribable liquor
sweats staining
a tee shirt
that was white once

Poem: Empty Streets for Empty Souls

Empty streets feel lonely
Even in the yellow lights
Of ever burning street lamps
Casting pale shadows
On late evening wanders
Meandering cracked paths
Leading to locked doors
Shuttered windows dark
No safe harbor in the night