Hell is where
your friends can't help,
all the whiskey tastes like soot,
and you can't even hold your baby right
at night.
talk a little while about the year
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- quoting a friend, to the president
- gluetrap
- history.
- Trouble on the Five train
- chocolate yellow cake
- Triolet for Brain
- wishes for happy couple
- prayer in the reeds
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- we'll be right back...
- Mighty Mouse's lament
- To John Sloan, thanks for the women drying their hair
- Shekhina: regrets, I'm unable to lunch today.
- Signs of Life, W 14th and 6th Ave
- death by a thousand hesitations
- I shot Haiti
- cure-all
- intercontinental friendship missile
- Rock Bottom
- King of Fairway
- Preserving Jazz with my niece
- first ode to angrybaby
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