death is an elusive woman
who can one day
fuck you
when you least expect it
leave you lifeless
speechless
thoughtless
like a rock
or a speck of dust
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"it's easy to be a bad writer, but it's hard to wake up each day and devote a chunk of your life to bad writing."
About Me
- Jackson Warfield
- Jackson Warfield was born in a small town in New Hampshire on a dead end road. He has traveled widely and worked a variety of jobs, from digging ditches to walking dogs. He writes for entertainment, his own and others.
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- ASS
- BUS RIDE
- SLOW IT DOWN
- GOOD TIME SERMON
- TIGHTY WHITIES
- MADRES
- SCANDALOUS FUCKING SOCK PIRATES
- FOR THE BIRDS
- LUCKY ME
- MISSING
- TATTOO
- HOW COULD IT BE?
- The GOOD, THE BAD, and the GREAT
- CARTEGENA MANANA
- BIG MISTAKE
- MOTHER'S COOKING
- WHERE IT IS
- THE PIGEON
- DEATH POEM
- DIMMER SWITCH
- EVERY AFTERNOON
- BLOODFOOT
- I'M NOT HERE
- PABLO
- VACATION
- GENTLE AFTERNOON
- WHAT I SUSPECTED WHILE SWEATING DURING TAKEOFF
- WHAT IS MISSING FROM AIR TRAVEL
- MY WAY
- EMERGENCY ROW
- POST SHITTY POEM
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