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I am a poet with words too abstract to be a novelist.
Poems by ARedLetter:
Experimenting with e.e cummings
Quotations
Once,
Invigoration
[exclamation point](lowercase)magic
plucking -- like olives
failed bukowski (or r-e-s-p-e-c-t)
Aligheri's Reprisal
A poem VS. A better rap.
no more ( headaches )
The Santa Fe whistles at the short skirted teenage mother walking by.
Under the gun, she dies.
like white unnerved
for when the underwear doesn't fit quite right
remember me soon sometime
the symphony of Margaret May in D minor
a new rendition of my cherry lipstick lover
butterfly, butterscotch, butterfree symphony
coffee
tribute to the fallen 13
this world is different for us water droplets.
dollar chicken wraps and. . . god dammit, burnt tortillas
swim
turning money into suffering
suffering, the money said.
woh seod niatpac krik evil htiw flesmih?
foolish little designs.
honey mustard makes my shit turn into piss
short little tales to pass the time (1)
short little ditties to pass the wine (2)
skies in the rear view mirror
cans of bottles recycled too many times to be recognizable.
never tell.
recycled TV screens dim our junkyard blues
eggs frozen in space-time
one bottle of hot sauce for the entire family
fever sail the ocean breeze.
dissonant revelations in regards to the retread of our laughter
there is no more yellow in the sky, only the absence of refraction to hold us over until sunday
she lives under the gun.
black shine recall
sister sister, i've spoken to jesus and he says i need more sugar.
scraping the sides of the pan for yesterday's dinner . . . today!
in your grey cauterized skin, i found god
uncle sam god damn there i go riding off on silver again, racing to beat the devil
she goes not abroad in search of old man eloquent
for the rainbow wearing a tattered soul
i was requested by the makers of Squirt to write down a list of potential toxic substances
yawn, the snake cried, an angel in its own right.
Dad.
Mom.
am i still friends with the sun?
Grandmother.
for the lone wolf residing on the cliff side marked by sunsets
clear stars for the deathless speakers
susie q has diamonds in the sky with raggedy anne and andy
jesus christ, god dammit & every variation thereof
food cold meet drink fever.
in the end, we're all chopped liver and onions, tv dinners constructed on high by the Gods of time.
scalped chicken breasts heated to 400 degrees, baked to perfection for three millenniums.
the blue sun cometh
blondes before five, brunettes until midnight, redheads all day.
charlie, the sunshine's broken, i think you need to get another 9-volt to replace it
i don't wilt like I do when i watch 60's sitcoms anymore.
the theory of farts in summertime is equal to the distance between two points.
fortissimo libertas
elephantine (or god says "your innocence is lost.")
shine-light reprise
.satrebil omissitrof
up & out toward the veranda
exploding trash-cans litter the horizon line
can you feel the thunderous applause?
no more light
what if I grabbed a beer with Jesus?
black maw'd carcass the third
to kill a janáček
haruki murakami is dead in the sunshine
je suis un homme au cour de lion (or you owe me money for the time i gave you head in heaven)
you speak loud even though i have a pillow shoved down your throat
of dim screens and creeping vines
ride my neck into the bitter coastline
poetry, save the sun
so saith the soothsayer, sheath thine blades.
poetry saved my life my saved poetry
i will become the orange-flavored soda you were once so fond of
suicide note: as written by the poet
head west to homeward, bound two souls
haha @ the baja
say livin' ain't so bad, maybe it's pretty nice
headlining head lice
a rough exercise in personal delight (whatever happened to carmen green?)
gods-not the fear
i don't know what to title
tasty toasted bitches of sauceton boulevard
The Upscale'd 1957 Chevrolet 150 Blues.
shamisen shamisen, shame on you
an ode to odysseus' odeon
if the sun was yesterday, will tomorrow be the stars?
until (seventy-seven candles remix)
this is not my suicide note, it is my can of coffee dropped on your head
this is my suicide note.
i am universally
is shrimp bad for you?
you praise me when I am smothered in sunshine, but when i close my lips, you look the other way
my biggest secret lies in the cold of her shoulders at dawn
all styrofoam cups go to heaven
Port Benatar, 7 in the morning, light fog.
what could be and should have been a long time coming, a tribute to the broken mandarins:
a chapstick / shampagne chandelier romance
i've actually called the car rental company and they'll be hear shortly to ship my ass to jupiter
i came back, never left.
Kill Me in Chattanooga
run straight, carry me home
shadows call cat's 1-800 number "a vicious fraud, hoax, sham, etc."
if only wadsworth could see me now
cat alleyway calls
your lips, like candle wax
short little damns to pass around the rind (3)
chew-gum roar, self rest help guide for the small dick impaired
you, you, i, i, water wells and whale water
summertime validation
sunshine burn come - call sky, wind
foreskin on the god's reflex, yo-ho, yo-ho!
the dark of the forest
a slow burn
the roach mamba
longer titles don't come as naturally to me anymore as deep dark depression (doesn't exist, fag)
sad girl (of the western seas)
i write better when there's water bubbling in my eyes
you're certainly not an aluminum can psychologist
the presumed bard song of king ureses the thirteenth
the kitchen lights are still on, but we're out cold
the sole of my tongue ever lights itself against the wound
green mint ice cream smothered young miss suzy to death
a forest, darkly
this wasted youth, these stolen skins
anniversary of the contrarians
glitch copper: the yellow-bellied chronicles (1)
32 reasons that god has left the earth to rot in the confines of sexual fantasy
R76U69M
yellow plastic paper
subspace erotica
the kiss of sakuras
ribbit ribbit, give me the ticket to your pearly gates
peppermint peppermint, give me a break
everything else but for the joy of sand
the weregod of northern pennsylvania
who cares about the snowfall when the night is so much more beautiful
no more / all for / repeat
an open letter to the dirt underneath my fingernails
swish out the alcohol boys, we're going fuck-hunting
machaca #24, 1976.
ARedLetter's favorite poems:
our laughter is a paperweight holding down the ocean
Stones Throw.
to be the lilting laughter you loved above your pen
Babe
here's that shovel you left in the pit of my stomach
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swish out the alcohol boys, we're going fuck-hunting
who cares about the snowfall when the night is so much more beautiful
everything else but for the joy of sand
ribbit ribbit, give me the ticket to your pearly gates
the kiss of sakuras
here's that shovel you left in the pit of my stomach
the sole of my tongue ever lights itself against the wound
This Is Not Poetry, or Is It?
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the silent whisperer
'nam
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Aftermath Of The Haworth Fair- Reflections of Branwell Bronte.
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to thee I Gifeth
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