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Emily Kabel May 2016
We were junkies
The **** water was the color of a hobbo's ****.
Michaela Grignon May 2020
last night on the phone
my boyfriend told me
"I never share my cigs,
you know
but there was that guy
and he had something
something to share
my cigs and trust
with him"

a little hobbo
on the road
a little angel
of streets
holes in his socks
on his feet

living soul
the shining
from his tired eyes
what else I can tell ya
I just don’t know
but he was nice
Mateuš Conrad Apr 2020
just becuase: one *****...
should even concern(s) itself...
for the death, the egg...
and... all that's concerning
a *****-count:
    prized-detail of all...
         the mountain-top of
morality is...
           not... nor was it...
an expectation booster...
                     it was only there...
as a buffer                      -zone...
   forever the no-man's-land culprit
and some sketchy: in de facto...
something from Madrid:
or - mandras spices from Milan...
or the Goths in north africa...
there's just no need to hobbo
people into the open of a history
without a genghis khan impetus
to *******... the remnants
of the mongols: the tartars...
or how a steak tartare came into
"being"...
                forget how there's
a rubric of 1 x 1 1 x 2 1 x 3 1 x 4...
is in need of being clarified...
     i am... happily... bound...
to the... dodo project...
as i do not... feel inclined...
to be of... a darwinian imperative...
congregation: set-piece...
it tires the shriveling *******'s worth
of leftover life out of me!
to hell with these ideologues...
they put on a mid-western accent
of the newly approved
eucharist benders of
catholic revival in the sensible...
protestant peoples of the world...
a darwin is like a kant...
but with a better comic-book script.

— The End —