Poems from pseudepigrapher

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I've got things to do and people to meet.
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...
Falling asleepTo your own bad poetryOf two yesteryears agoIs like the discomfort thatGrows when you firstRealize that you've madeThe worst...
“Old Man” by Daniel Adami Shalom, Salem, Selah;Attenuate...
Perhaps I will purchase new glassesAnd frame my darkened lamps anewAnd auspiciously. Here I might beseech,Behold, and betoken another...
Emerging from Pentagon Metro Stop,Escalator-tall,Scarved by Mother,Booted by the Cat's MeowThrift-store back in Corvallis,I realize and...