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John Dorsey, John Dorsey, John Dorsey

if the shelves of hell are lined

with all the books

that should have been written

please know

there’s a big gaudy ass pink satiny lace volume

of poetry i didn’t write about you

sitting quietly in the

damn, but didn’t we have fun

section

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Not Your Mother’s Open Mic Night – This Sunday

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lore

just a man

drag off a cigarette smirk

a walking shell game

snake in a can

so backwards in life

one questions

reports of his death

yet

he would crookedly smile

calling it

legend

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his laugh

if i could have anything back

any part of his essence

i would want

his laugh

as life without it has been

no life at all

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Y’all, we’re gettin’ hitched proper this time!

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writing implements

Instrument of Destruction
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Old Sketches

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Ha!! Me, too…

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immemorial

this 30th of May

even the fireworks

sound tired

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Does this look infected?

who knew

the 6th mass extinction

on the planet

would be set into motion

not by a furious comet

instead thrown into chaos

by an insidious cloud

of misinformation

(que piano music)