Long Warehousing Poems

From my mother's womb I yelled into the room,
mattress on the living room floor,
my bro I replaced as the youngest, his face
as he screamed and ran out through the door.
I tell you (no fooling) my...

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warehousing men gather like fish in the hulls of ships, 
with carhart's for scales.  they steeltoe streamline down to the docks, 
each in turn with camel ciggerettes in thier gills.

 mechanically downshifting through diesel...

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