Poems by Alan Dugan
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Elegy
... are soap suds in the whiskey: ...
How We Heard the Name
... ''Friends,'' he said, ''the great ...
On Looking for Models
... It is the "something else" that bothers ...
Drunken Memories Of Anne Sexton
... She drank it all down while staring me ...
Nomenclature
... " and "My prosthesis does not speak French ...
Swing Shift Blues
... Don't you realize, you stupid son of a bitch, ...
Monologue Of A Commercial Fisherman
... you can take fish out of one and children out of the other ...
Wall, Cave, And Pillar Statements, After Asoka
... That is the end of the statements, but, ...
Two Quits And A Drum, And Elegy For Drinkers
... EXCEED. A beggar with no legs below ...
On Hurricane Jackson
... trainers whisper in his mouth while one ear ...
Remembering An Account Executive
... We joked that he fucked them up the ass to make more customers ...
Prison Song
... Its jealousy, because I look for other tools to know ...
Fabrication of Ancestors
... For old Billy Dugan, shot in the ass in the Civil war, my father said ...
On Being A Householder
... Therefore I would find shelter in houses, ...
Love Song: I and Thou
... I need a hand to nail the right, ...
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