Harlan Lovestone

Rookie (Detroit, MI)

Harlan Lovestone Poems

1. The Unification Of London And France 9/24/2009
2. Revelry 9/24/2009
3. Cardboard 9/24/2009
4. Shopgirl 9/24/2009
5. And Fortune Smiled Upon Us...Once 9/24/2009
6. Reflective Solar Real 9/24/2009
7. The Ballad Of Ole Fuzzy Wuzzy Walters 9/24/2009
8. Mademoiselle Writes Essays 9/24/2009
9. Coco 9/24/2009
10. Bet Your Jeans 2/2/2010
11. Oasis Club 2/23/2010
12. Fierce Ameri-Con 9/24/2009
13. Barnacle Wilson 2/23/2010
14. Little Miss Lovin' 2/23/2010
15. Ride The Range 2/23/2010
16. Anything 2/23/2010
17. Wicked Pendulum 2/23/2010
18. Air Out Of My Lungs And Out Of My Hands 2/23/2010
19. Let Me Love & Entertain You (Dont It Blow Your Mind?) 2/23/2010
20. Papers 2/23/2010
21. Tightrope Man 2/23/2010
22. Favorite Girl 4/3/2010
23. Are You Down With The Groove 4/3/2010
24. Please Mr. Sandbar 2/23/2010
25. The Albatross 9/24/2009
26. Freakshow 2/23/2010
27. The Sins Of The Father 9/24/2009
28. This Is My Hat 9/24/2009
29. Open Your Arms 2/23/2010
30. Vessel 9/24/2009
31. Blaxploitation 9/24/2009
32. All Things To All People 9/24/2009
33. Imaginary World 9/24/2009
34. Talk Radio Psychotic 9/24/2009
Best Poem of Harlan Lovestone

Talk Radio Psychotic

the jingoist say
I’m a radio psychotic
With dilutions I’m me
I’m a radio psychotic
Diagnosed hopeless you see
It keeps me up at night
Government fears
I try to think that I’m alright
But government fears
Lead to post traumatic tears
No use analyzing me
I'm crazy so flee
I’m a radio psychotic
Maybe the answers in a pill
I’ve taken so many narcotics
Why do I feel this ill still?
I put faith into the bloody papers
That rip me to shreds
I cried out for a fair aquittal
They shouted off with my head
I’m a radio psychotic
With dilutions...

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Cardboard

Cardboard torn away from a window pane
Vinyl screens a hardware hard working boy’s dream
Somebody swat all these flies
Non-desirables but the service is sound
Cardboard fills the holes in styrofoam walls
Patching with a putty knife to cover it all
Somebody kill all these flies
No one round these days to bug me a home
Lift up a hammer, dropped those gosh dang pliers

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