Clint HaugenJan 191 minA Little DeathI remember when she told me that sex is a little death That it is an exchange of energies She said that we give a piece of ourselves to...
Clint HaugenJan 191 minDodging BulletsShe was poison Disguised as passion A buzzard Who sees A hummingbird When she looks in the mirror And her favorite thing to do Is to look...
Clint HaugenJan 191 minUnder The TreeAs I was walking my dog Along the side of a street next to my house I noticed a little white cross under a tree We walked up to the cross...
Clint HaugenJan 191 minFrozen EyesSmoke comes out of my lungs And back up Out of my mouth But I pretend that it’s just my breathe in the cold As the parents look at me...