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Official Material (Crack and Vinegar)

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We are spilled wine and bounced checks

We are rekindled cigarette clips and second hand books

We are mangled smiles and cardboard homes

We are warm winters and savage summers

We are expired food sold at a discount

We are the rusted water from the tap

We are the humiliation of empty pockets

We are the loosey spot down the block

We are the fear of insurrection

We are the suffering undefeated and unimprovable

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Poetry

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Rick Perry is a Daft Cunt Who Proves that Believing Jesus Saves the Hillbilly Turns One into a Republican

For Further Courtship

Surrealist Addendums Grow in Post-Script Like Geraniums

Sight and Silence

watch her, beside her

Purple Prize

Photograph

Fuck Augusten Burroughs

Laughless, But Imminent

Too Much Wine

My Little Lo’ 

About a girl I used to know who grew bored while I grew tired and stiff

Leaving Like a Return

Sour in the Web

Jack Gravely Makes Yet Another Remark About Dylan Thomas in a Long Sentence Written in a Relative Daze While Smoking the Last of his Cigarettes

The Brief Divinity of a Quim

Morning Traipsing

Curiosity

Lull

If the depression didn’t exist…

Destinations Considered

Satire

Referential Love Poem

Eaten

More Time Spent

Don’t, Never Try

The Marvelous Subtlety of Woman

A Response to Silence

Synonyms

Circling

Love

I want the night sky

Editorial Day

Wedding

Mortality

My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death

Patience/Limbo

Procrastination Blues: Writer’s Block

Similarities

One for Dick Caramel

One for Maury Noble

One for Anthony Patch

If I had a daughter

Two (Dogma)

Sunday Plans

A Confession

Watch out for the strange little man that resembles Leoncavallo

Free Advice

A Prayer, Barely

Aging

life in a minor key

Heroine

For the girl who liked scarlet begonias and the way I cooked my omelets

Adjacent

Hyacinthine Spring

Joke

I wish you were the one

Ghost Story

Fuck It

Youth

Samantha One, Two, Three

Innocence

Twelve for the Silent Queen

Belfry Sounds

She says “I loved how much he loved me”

Sunflowers

Visions of New York

Hotel for the Soul

Methaqualone Nights

Lovely to Remember Sometimes

No Razzmatazz in this Potion (Just some Repeated Bourbon)

Leaving

Of Her

if you find sweet

We’re Fine, Really

Clustering Regret

The Antonym for Apotheosis in Verse

Cowardice (Sprezzatura)

Another Honest Imitation of Paradise

Residual Revelations

Untitled XIV

Untitled (Bastardize Your God)

The Wake

No One Needs a Dedication

Playing the Dutch Waiter in Last Position

For a Languid Muse

Nietzsche Sees a Horse

Damp Short

Before the Perfume Fades

Sex & Bacon

A Poetaster’s Critique

vera incessu patuit dea

Untitled (Sensualism)

never enough time (outside)

Mr. Quaalude

Orphan OR “Row, Row, Row Your Boat” is the most nihilistic tune ever written for children…

I Remember You Well

Hey, am I just mesmerized by the lights of oncoming traffic, or is that you on the corner of 8^th and 2^nd, waiting for the bus outside that overpriced Japanese-tea joint, reading Pere Goriot in the original French?!

cogent and untitled

Obligations & Sunspots

an offering, obtusely

venesection

and if I stopped writing about you 

Ice Cream (Gilded Diadem)

Almost as Fucked Up as Willem Dafoe’s Face After the Cripple Fight in Born on the Fourth of July or a Postcard from Jail

Twenty Lines of Snow

detroit rhyme in the city that you see, where are those arms around me

Love like Electroconvulsive Therapy

Easy

For L.

you are air turned to gold

Tragedy (Ain’t No Shame)

Vovka 

Cheated Early to Win

Saturday on the Bowery in 1982

No Fear for the Self-Assured

southern syrup, southern dust

Jimmy, Who Found Dinner

Defenestration and the Little Fool

Pedagogics

repeat

Diminishment (Music on Fulton Street)

Writers Make Choices

Smoking a Joint at a Funeral

lovesong

Watching a Musical

Untitled (Silence)

 

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Prose

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New Lost Generation (*)

An Ode to Women Who Selflessly Produce Erections on Lonely Train Rides (*)

A Citrus Memory (*)

An Open Letter

A Writer’s Plea

Insomnia

Gravity (Part I)

Gravity (Part II)

Trap (Gravity Part III)

Day/Night

For Sunny Days

Untitled (Regarding Death)

Untitled (Regarding Yearning)

A Panegyric Regarding the Tenacity it Takes to Bring Philosophy and Anal Sex Together

A Few Things That I’ve Learned in Life

Queens

I Came Home

A Day Inward

Ignis Fatuus

Detective Story

Closed for Lunch

Our Compass Spins, The Wilderness Remains

Who Killed Providentia?

Comedy in Black Lipstick

With Sandy in the Rockaways

8 x 8 (In Passing)

 

 

 

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(*) Chapter sample from my forthcoming novel “Tumult’s Jeremiad: The Memoirs of a Fictional Character, Damned“

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Further Official Material will be added as it is written, then considered, then selected for this section.

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Keep Reading, Keep Writing

Never Forget the Past

It Is Never Gone 

Cheers,

Jack