Mr. Allen Blue currently lives out of a book bag while traveling the country on a Greyhound. It's much less romantic than it sounds. He posts sporadically, because he has to find public access at libraries. He enjoys any and all criticisms.
I have nothing new to write.
From too many recastings
The material has grown brittle.
It’s best to find another
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I've always hated getting a haircut,
because, despite my protestations,
the only style that seems befitting
for a man with Asian hair
...
If you can write it in three words
then it's a universal truth.
If it takes four to nine words
...
I went to the priest
When my prayers started
Going straight to voicemail.
He smiled and said I just needed
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The evening opens on our moon, crisply folding
Into the nighttime panoramic of starry stars
Staring at the old man marquee blissfully exposing himself
To the passersby happening by with echoes
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