Poetry by Jesse Rich

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Generate a breath in a smoke filled room,
teeth illuminated by black light make me look like
the devil...

you know...

the guy with the pitchfork
that always jizzes on the angel on the other
side...

Listening to the Dead sing about Casey Jones and
his apparent addiction, followed by a song about a bestialiac
known as Trent.

And then I go home...

And sleep.



The Good List (kind of a poem)

You know what the greatest thing in the world is?
Clean bed sheets.
There is nothing like a bed freshly made with
clean bed sheets.

Then again, another great thing is a big mug of coffe in
the morning.
Yeah
That's the stuff that dreams are made of.

Of course,
there's always the big dump
One really big steamy one right before you
go to work.
Man that's a little slice
of heaven.

And at my court hearing tomorrow,
I paid seven guys
to tell the judge
that I killed that guy 
in self-defense.

Ahhhhhh......
Bed sheets,
Big mug of coffee,
The big dump, and
A rock-hard alibi.

These are a few of my favorite things.

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