As buzzards flock Inside our bed.They circle, With their dirty unkempt faces.
Be drunk with shame, more love drawn memories too soon to forget…
Spoken by: Shay Neary by: Carlos Cesar Valle There is a strange and long skin which likens my weenie to a very erotic fish kiss, or the drawing of a chicken…
Poem By Ras Dia, spoken by Miss Dirty Martini
If my vagina was a gun, you would treat it with care…
When was innocence lost? Is not as important a question as, when will it return?
I am a powerful fellow when it comes to being a vagabond of the stressed out lot.
Spiritually satiated? Emotionally drained, demeaned, damaged?
Like a gypsy child you may find your band of outsiders…
Memories are the fading footprints that Time leaves in the dust…
Lâle Müldür is one of the great poets of our time.
…senselessly, begging, to have more to beg for.
