Contributed By: John McKernan
How quick you are Little wheel
To appear on the page
As if
You were
Going somewhere
To me
You are still
That gasp of horror
O or OH
You think
You created a clever disguise
Loitering next to the number NO
But I know a real alias when I see one
Noose Noose Noose
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The reunion was at the Secretary’s house in the suburbs, out where the city ends in gently rolling low hills and green fields stretching down to the river valley. Old friends came. The Secretary wasn’t sure he’d ever known all of them, so many years had passed. There was plenty to eat and drink. People […]
I ask for nothing of this land that has given me everything I loved and hated its men found my Adam he fled with a bodybuilder as soon as I gained weight I sought God and in his place found knowledge I discovered a home in my body and since then moved […]
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