Poems from pseudepigrapher

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I've got things to do and people to meet.
The hipster's apropos lament
We don't get to timeour crises of faith,do we? When thebite has gone outof the bourbon itseems as thoughjokes are not funny,as they used to...
Conceit
Falling asleepTo your own bad poetryOf two yesteryears agoIs like the discomfort thatGrows when you firstRealize that you've madeThe worst...
Melchizedek
“Old Man” by Daniel Adami Shalom, Salem, Selah;Attenuate...
Burnt ochre only
Perhaps I will purchase new glassesAnd frame my darkened lamps anewAnd auspiciously. Here I might beseech,Behold, and betoken another...
Scuffing
Emerging from Pentagon Metro Stop,Escalator-tall,Scarved by Mother,Booted by the Cat's MeowThrift-store back in Corvallis,I realize and...