January 2012
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The hip gentry
love like mad mad like love some people don’t like poetry, it can all seem so very frivolous when the bodies stack up, when the earthquake rumbles and decimates and sighs its resignation, when chance or a hard-on has left you with a bullet in your side, odes and sonnets just aren’t hip let’s face it they are the flowery enemies of the very market forces that forever seek out the hip in dumpsters,...
