by Jack Ohms
there is terror
in these shady streets
devoid of violence
and vandalism
somehow the silence
the peace
has feigned our
security
designed death
out of existence
September 28, 2009
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- Name-checking Billy F***in Collins
- subject to availability at selected stores
- An Irish Enclave
- an afternoon
- dusty villa and a few cans of beer
- gritty plaza rainbow
- Open Book
- I’ll Paint You in Words
- what we’ve been doing with ourselves
- RIPE
- MOONLIGHT NIGHT: WINTER
- kathleen turner
- untitled grief on a september afternoon
- Parking Lot
- the broken stripper
- Public Restroom
- Bringin' Home the Bacon
- Only Darkening
- Someone to Talk to
- Girl Cuffed
- Poems Like Jackson Mac Low
- The Media Is The Message
- WHY I DON’T FUCK MY WIFE ANYMORE
- with friends like me...
- MY AFTERNOONS WITH DYLAN THOMAS
- The Neighbor’s Daughter
- It’s a Good Night for Drinking
- plan b
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- IN THE END
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