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outsider’s haiku
fall by the wayside it’s where the real action is & bring bail money
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fall by the wayside it’s where the real action is & bring bail money
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it doesn’t matter though everybody’s lost their appetite family won’t help my sneakers stink I need a shave blurry eyes and old cigarette butts my life feels stupid…
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My feet are tender but not legal currency What’s a big toe worth?
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The machine apologized again. Very polished. No spelling mistakes. Almost tender. It had just spent an hour doing exactly what I told it not to do. The men…
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Small books and modest claims. A new series of single-author poetry chapbooks.
Older work dragged back into the light before everybody forgets it exists.
Excavated from 2020.

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Worrying about doing a poetry reading at Barnes & Noble
By Daniel J. Flore III
Her motivation was simple enough. “Why should the kids get all the presents?” a red-clad woman said as…
Lie to me →Photographs, diagrams, collections, graphics and visual evidence that absolutely nobody requested.
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always question the avatar
if it is actually a representation
it is likely modified
no one really likes how they look
and if they tell you they do
they're either lying or a sociopath
however there does exist the breed
that gives no fucks
and as you get older you can slip
into this slot
it is the best channel to be in
that's not to say you can't use
the occasional filter
or pull out your nasal hair
every few weeks
look at my avatar
do you really think this is me?
this is the hotel version baby
imagine the bed unmade
bits of food all over the place
bin overflowing
and a big ripe shit stain down
the crinkled
long gone whiteness of the sheet
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75 pieces. Nine years of poetry, fiction, art, humor and other things that probably should have been supervised.

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