PIGS (Animal Farm 1991) by James Landrith Pigs fuckin’ pigs fascist with a pistol ‘cuz he has no dick fascist with a pistol just another social prick Pigs fuckin’ pigs […]
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Just Another Greenwich Village Fantasy by James Landrith you say coffeehouse philosopher I say fuck you What do you know of passion? Pain? Joy? Reality? I know what you know. […]
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The Mutant Beat of ’91 by James Landrith Here we are, trying to be Kerouac and Ginsberg. yeah. right. Here we are two hacks who’ve taken up cynicism and pessimism […]
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Deer Creek, Tremont May Join Morton 911 – Morton Village Board Gives Approval to Trustee to Seek Dispatch Pacts Peoria Journal Star By Mary Vecco September 18, 1991 Page D6, […]
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Daryl’s Song by James Landrith In your search for nirvana, just close your mind. You will be surprised by what you don’t find. (08 September 1991 – Club Rumours, Jacksonville, […]
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Landrith receives medal from Navy Woodford County Journal May 23, 1991 Page 8
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In Uniform Tazewell News May 22, 1991
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For Penny by James Landrith Write one for me, you said. Write one for me. My poems happen. I don’t write for people nothing is written but you wouldn’t know […]
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TWTEAW by James Landrith the value of gold compared to your soul is so small if measurable at all but the blindness of greed versus the ability to feed and […]
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For Dave, Who’s Sure Everything I Write Is About Me by James Landrith I am fat. fat with my lust fat with want unspoken desires that reach out for justification […]
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