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Six Poems - Howie Good

24/7 The cops are at the door right now looking for me. Tune in, tune in, tune in. If you don’t want me to jump, let me know. I like to drink and laugh, and I like to get laid like everybody else. Could I please get some viewers?

Orphan Dogs - Samuel Cole

After our final PRIDE, we (you, me and a yappy terrier named Bentley) unleashed from the SexWorld bag onto the bedspread  PRIDE’S tchotchke loot: condoms and frisbees and Blow Pops and two lime-green New Testament Gideon Bibles