How We Heard The Name By Alan Dugan

How We Heard The Name The river brought down dead horses, dead men and military debris, indicative of war or official acts upstream, but it…

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Wall, Cave, And Pillar Statements, After Asoka By Alan Dugan

Wall, Cave, And Pillar Statements, After Asoka In order to perfect all readers the statements should he carved on rock walls, on cave walls, and…

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Prison Song By Alan Dugan

Prison Song The skin ripples over my body like moon-wooed water, rearing to escape me. Where could it find another animal as naked as the…

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Untitled Poem – Ii By Alan Dugan

Untitled Poem – Ii Speciously individual like a solid piece of spit floating in a cuspidor I dream of free bravery but am a social…

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On A Seven-Day Diary By Alan Dugan

On A Seven-Day Diary Oh I got up and went to work and worked and came back home and ate and talked and went to…

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Untitled Poem – I By Alan Dugan

Untitled Poem – I Once, one of my students read a book we had. She was doing a history assignment on the decline and fall…

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Monologue Of A Commercial Fisherman By Alan Dugan

Monologue Of A Commercial Fisherman “If you work a body of water and a body of woman you can take fish out of one and…

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Swing Shift Blues By Alan Dugan

Swing Shift Blues What is better than leaving a bar in the middle of the afternoon besides staying in it or not having gone into…

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Nomenclature By Alan Dugan

Nomenclature My mother never heard of Freud and she decided as a little girl that she would call her husband Dick no matter what his…

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Two Quits And A Drum, And Elegy For Drinkers By Alan Dugan

Two Quits And A Drum, And Elegy For Drinkers 1. ON ASPHALT: NO GREENS Quarry out the stone of land, cobble the beach, wall surf,…

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On Hurricane Jackson By Alan Dugan

On Hurricane Jackson Now his nose’s bridge is broken, one eye will not focus and the other is a stray; trainers whisper in his mouth…

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Remembering An Account Executive By Alan Dugan

Remembering An Account Executive He had a back office in his older brother’s advertising agency and understood the human asshole. He turned his father’s small…

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On Being A Householder By Alan Dugan

On Being A Householder I live inside of a machine or machines. Every time one goes off another starts. Why don’t I go outside and…

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Poem By Alan Dugan

Poem After your first poetry reading I shook hands with you and got a hard-on. Thank you. We know that old trees can not feel…

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Love Song; I And Thou By Alan Dugan

Love Song; I And Thou Nothing is plumb, level, or square: the studs are bowed, the joists are shaky by nature, no piece fits any…

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Plague Of Dead Sharks By Alan Dugan

Plague Of Dead Sharks Who knows whether the sea heals or corrodes? The wading, wintered pack-beasts of the feet slough off, in spring, the dead…

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Drunken Memories Of Anne Sexton By Alan Dugan

Drunken Memories Of Anne Sexton The first and last time I met my ex-lover Anne Sexton was at a protest poetry reading against some anti-constitutional…

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Prayer By Alan Dugan

Prayer God, I need a job because I need money. Here the world is, enjoyable with whiskey, women, ultimate weapons, and class! But if I…

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Internal Migration; On Being On Tour By Alan Dugan

Internal Migration; On Being On Tour As an American traveler I have to remember not to get actionably mad about the way things are around…

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On The Civil War On The East Coast Of The United States Of North America 1860-64 By Alan Dugan

On The Civil War On The East Coast Of The United States Of North America 1860-64 Because of the unaccountable spirit of the troops oh…

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Fabrication Of Ancestors By Alan Dugan

Fabrication Of Ancestors For old Billy Dugan, shot in the ass in the Civil War, my father said. The old wound in my ass has…

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On Looking For Models By Alan Dugan

On Looking For Models The trees in time have something else to do besides their treeing. What is it. I’m a starving to death man…

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