It is difficult to get the news from poems, yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there

Six short poems written on six cold days	Where do these girls come from these days? Some finishing school in the desert?	In the old days girls like this sat on rocks in the ocean	The gun is good. The penis is evil. The penis shoots seeds, and makes new life, and poisons the earth with a plague of men, as once it was. But the gun shoots death, and purifies the earth of the filth of brutals. Go forth and kill!
Can I get MTV from kissing?	Take a day, plant some trees, may they shade you from me	we meet on the street for the first time every day	Love poem from the monsters under my bed
A month from a skylark, a half from a finch, a little from a wagtail and not a day from a swallow	Some vampires actually get pissed when you tell them to Have A Nice Day	My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air,	Men are from Earth. Women are from Earth. Deal with it.
You cherish this box because it once held your dreams	I Met BadMojo	I carry this bullet with me every day	A love poem scrawled from one stranger to another
Love isn't about fixing people	Ashley	We do more after 2am than most people do all day.	William Carlos Williams as Poet of the Common
You, standing	Every day, in every way, I strive to be a danger to myself and others	Every Dog Has Its Day	I've got to get away from all this escapism

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