Tagged: Poetry written in the 1990’s

Poems written from 1990 – 1999.

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For Abby: Part Two

For Abby: Part Two by James Landrith respect – the first thing we spoke of – yours for me you scared me confused me amazed me Did you ever get your license? I wished...

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For Abby: Part One

For Abby: Part One by James Landrith Some roads only lead one way Away Goodbye Abby Copyright © 1991 James A. Landrith, Jr. All rights reserved. {mos_sb_discuss:7}

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Personal For Sam I Am

Personal For Sam I Am by James Landrith Dry A new word to you What’s it like to be able to see again? The world is fucked Congratulations You aren’t (07 December 1991, 9:50...

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PIGS (Animal Farm 1991)

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 fascist with a pistol...

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Barracks Rat

Barracks Rat by James Landrith lukewarm soup Amy, Emily and a god awful need to fuck the world consume me consume me consume me (Fall 1991 – Camp Lejeune, NC) Copyright © 1991 James...

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Just Another Greenwich Village Fantasy

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. I saw it on...

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The Mutant Beat of ’91

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 as deities faithful to...

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Daryl’s Song

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, NC) Copyright © 1991...

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TWTEAW

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 clothe the masses is...

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For Penny

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 that. (you asked) (April...