new
clear days
joseph
c hinson
the earliest poem on this page is dated 1989. the latest is from 2001. all are by me. some pages may have background images that will take a moment to load. to learn more about me, follow the links at the bottom of my page to other pages within this site.
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the poems:
a
yr. ago
stopit/give
me more
cranberry
sauce
she
told me she loved me so
the
shell of security
ginsberg
poetica
father
nothing
roadtrip
we
92
man
days
21
9
years
the
gullibility of my youth
the
lonely hiker
everything
fell away
i
fold my clothes
notify
monica's
reluctance
on
a late night dirt road
silly
little love poem
ghost
cows
a
boy at the mall
in
an abandoned school bus parking lot
into
the heart of the young
what
the loneliness will make you do
4
her
this
is not about you
cobain
dead
man
stalker
an
unlived life
delicate
dream
the
deep dark cool night
face
of the impostor
girl
the
girl from the carnival
the
child-actor
the
heart is a selish master
i
lost my head
i
saw my own death
bertha
bright
future
camelot
to smithereens
the
cars woke me up
chasing
fly balls
jeni
rose
poet
lament
for a poem unwritten
surely
she must know by now
i
will not come to you
god
didn't send me an angel
a
world of wonder
sometimes
i think about god
last
night
lithium
sunset
my
name is not robin
dreaming
of eden
that's
no way to say goodbye
my
cellves
the
noise
nothing
ode
to politicians
old
man
love
lovely
child
runaway
horses
the
scent of fallen leaves
simple
matter of justice
thinking
of her
mother
she
love/sex
speak
to me
dog
dog
dog go away
tell
them
the
times we live in
used
to be a creep
walking
the interstate
a
poem for the most beautiful one
empty
thoughtful
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