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 …

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 …

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 …

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! …