bulldog poetry

Posted By tom on January 17, 2010

To erase the marks of youth,
withering and mocking at the same time,
a total ...(more)

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Posted By Bob on January 17, 2010

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Posted By u668857 on January 17, 2010

If only here again, old hand,
without the cars and jobs and wives;
back to where the ...(more)

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Posted By u668857 on January 17, 2010

Such a glut of rudd in Enagh lough back then:
a swung blob of dough, seconds under, would ...(more)

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Posted By Leanne on January 5, 2010

What arms have a poet?
These flabby wings to lift
a weapon that will not fit
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Posted By tom on January 5, 2010

I walked the halls where the overflow from 25,000
fags, junkies and drunks were housed.
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Tags: workshop.... Kings Park was sister to Pilgrim State (see Howl)... I was a cook there in 1978

Posted By Leanne on January 5, 2010

No longer green, today the jade
spreads faded suppositions through
a future mewling ...(more)

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