Plain American Language

I cut a sliver/of WC William's finger
and placed it inside/my philosophy...

Friday, April 8, 2011

Poem #7: The Charlie Sheen Poem

Mother, I am full of Tiger Blood.
Get me two cigarettes: I've already
smoked the first so you might
as well get three. Have you heard
from the elders, they've found new
boysenberries, each tattoing a name
onto their shrivelled skin: mine.
Lover, find anything other than
wonder, you won't find it.

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