Saturday, November 7th, 2009...4:56 pm
dave roskos | scene on a loading dock
Jump to Comments
Scene on a Loading Dock:
Any of you bums wanna work?
We need 20 men
from 18 to 40
years of age,
for a series
of pharmaceutical
experiments.
Pay is 100 dollars a day
plus room & board
in one of our
finest medical
facilities.Step forward
& roll up
your sleeves.
Much more on Dave Roskos can be found on the Iniquity Press / Vendetta Books web page be clicking here…
some related articles are listed below:
- dave roskos | dollar bill wall paper
- dave roskos | if the shoe fits stick it up your ass
- dave roskos | sunday morning 1/4 to 6
- dave roskos | iniquity press / vendetta books
- todd moore | dave roskos, the editor’s editor
- dave church | dirty dave
- iniquity press | big hammer no. 13
- david roskos | pregnant sky a.m. hours 9/23/89
- dave church | drunk radio poems
- eugenia borkowski | untitled poem
- dave roskos
- michael basinski | the government of poetry inquires
- beth borrus | world wars…
- laura m. porras | laundromat
- w.d. ehrhart | simple sonnet on terrorism
- dave church | the editor
- miriam halliday borkowski | johnnie & me
- attila jozsef | with a pure heart
- michael basinski | poetry is a toaster
- attila jozsef | i’ll be a gardener
- a.d. winans | saturday afternoon at the laundromat
- attila jozsef | the poor are the poorest
- alan catlin | old ladies at the flea market
- donald lev | fire
- miriam halliday borkowski | sleeping under giants in a cazadero forest
- miriam halliday borkowski | sea poem for sarah on her 21st birthday and because she just graduated from the american academy of dramatic arts in new york city
- joe salerno | getting up for work III
- tom kryss | madman
- matt borkowski | laundromats
- hank kalet | certainties and uncertainties
- attila jozsef | the song of a grieving hungarian
- miriam halliday borkowski | come see the crack lines on julian in saint francis of assisi’s city
- a.d. winans | foolish questions
- david roskos | our lady of simultaneous orgasm
- mark weber | movement is the key to everything
- ken greenley | don’t fall in
- joe weil | laundromat prose ditty
- leonard cohen | leaving green sleeves
- dave lancet | toasty haiku (and silly)
- eliot katz | midnight poem
- john lunar richey | deer
- ken greenley | city playground
- ken greenley | dead cans o’dad beer
- todd moore | into the open madness: the poetry of kell robertson
- ken greenley | sacrifice
- lydia lunch | built for abuse
- ken greenley | gasoholic
- joe weil | life had gotten…
- todd moore | blind whiskey and the straight razor blues
- ken greenley | night shift poem
- mark weber | weet anorso
- todd moore | pure blood primal: the poetry of kell robertson
- harvey pekar | shifting landscape by henry roth
- ed galing | calling bukowski













Leave a Reply