Tag Archives: Stephen A. Rozwenc

you can buy this poem

you can buy this poem right now for $6,000,000 USD just send me a check after I get it deposit it and it clears so smoothly I can sense salubrious cash slurp bliss from my contented hand and I’ll mail … Continue reading

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until acorns sprout hair

let’s just say as long as we have to twist and yearn inside tight-ass New England’s Puritan hangover headache with any thrill a forbidden skill and no one dares make jokes about Emily Dickinson’s secret sex life in the upper … Continue reading

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I weep

I weep for my country because two-thirds of its people are obese or overweight and so is its thinking and so is its poetry I weep for my country because it sells weapons to warring nations and calls it friendship … Continue reading

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