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Posted on January 10, 2009 by johnnysodoff

The wisps of my lips
do whisper in twists
and thorough through night
and day do sigh

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Some Cocky Young Lad (draft)

Posted on January 9, 2009 by johnnysodoff

Yes ma’am I think I will
Nail me to the darts and drink the ink
Boil the room in your clouds – contagious hazes
Kockamayme jim-jams oodle from your lips

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The Future Man

Posted on January 8, 2009 by johnnysodoff

A poem about a homeless man in my city, Corpus Christi.

It is my belief that he is a time traveler.

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A Short Walk to the Blade

Posted on January 8, 2009 by johnnysodoff

It was early, maybe 6 am when they took me from my holding place and marched me through town.  The morning blue skies hung heavy above the muddy streets and mobs that wished to watch me die.  Some of them booed and threw rocks and vegetables at me while others cheered my name, still throwing [...]

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