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All the good
Last night I dreamt I was drinking French Roast Hazelnut with cream and 3 sugars while you danced in the grass. And in the brush pile, where the birds and squirrels were gossiping about your Old White… more →
tales from the sullen tangerine
common
sullentangerine wrote 2 months ago: The chess helps the attachment disorder make sense. As does listening to J. Paul Slavens while being … more →
all the good
sullentangerine wrote 10 months ago: Last night I dreamt I was drinking French Roast Hazelnut with cream and 3 sugars while you danced in … more →
All Rise
sullentangerine wrote 11 months ago: To pray with us at the Back Porch Church, All you have to do is Laugh. And to worship, we sing- it … more →
Medication
sullentangerine wrote 12 months ago: Frank O’Hara makes my hands dry and my face wet. It’s the paper and the truth. I know yo … more →
Understudy
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sullentangerine wrote 1 year ago: Doctor Manhattan says “We are all puppets, But some of us Can see The strings.” The only … more →
library
sullentangerine wrote 1 year ago: I feel bad about when I’ll die –your inheiritance– All these words about the sex I … more →
catholic guilt
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sullentangerine wrote 1 year ago: my dearest friend, why do we live here behind veiled eyes, between jeweled lobes. come dance with me … more →
but i don't really know what i'm talking about
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sullentangerine wrote 1 year ago: And you wonder how it is that he comes to bed with dirty feet… He’s been making a joyful … more →
get all the good
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sullentangerine wrote 1 year ago: After spending the day with other people’s words, We turn up the volume and stomp. We put down … more →
oh
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sullentangerine wrote 2 years ago: Here, in this room that never gets warm enough and never gets cold enough, I lay in a bed … more →
for michael
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sullentangerine wrote 2 years ago: haiku can be weird sometimes they don’t make any sense. hippopotamus. … more →
fall:first day
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sullentangerine wrote 2 years ago: i thought this poem was about the two of you; how your joys explode like water escaping from a shatt … more →
the english teacher
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sullentangerine wrote 2 years ago: even now, after this, i’m not sure how we say goodbye. you always just hang up the phone or se … more →
a dusty thing from the junk drawer of poetry
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sullentangerine wrote 2 years ago: i had forgotten this until DRN said something about flowers blooming slowly by gravestones. then i t … more →
