Issue
#1

January
2009

a poem by Scurvy Bastard

Hollywood PM

Home in the wee hours
From the usual
serial killer TV shoot
And as I sit
Between the blossoms
And the blessings
I watch
Sleep cleanse
The clueless
I watch
Time validate
The guilty
And I watch
The moon and the sun
In the same old
Whirlwind fuck
Sunsets and cyanide
Hope springs eternal
As if your mama
Never had
A clit

© Scurvy Bastard

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