Jeff Gangwer

Rookie - 465 Points (September 23,1984 / Hood River, Oregon)

Jeff Gangwer Poems

1. The Tired Peasant -new- 5/11/2015
2. El Campesino Cansado -new- 5/11/2015
3. The New Paradigm -new- 5/11/2015
4. Two Tufts / Wrinkles And Makeup -new- 5/11/2015
5. 'Mallows At The Coals -new- 5/11/2015
6. Little Orange Devils -new- 5/11/2015
7. Sometimes / Damn You -new- 5/11/2015
8. Too Many Abuses -new- 5/11/2015
9. Remember Me As A Moment In Time -new- 5/11/2015
10. Beautiful Lies / Ugly Truths -new- 5/11/2015
11. Ignition On Three Brain Cells -new- 5/11/2015
12. The Sounds Of The House -new- 5/11/2015
13. Soup And Salt -new- 5/11/2015
14. It's Hard To Hate You -new- 5/11/2015
15. Parked Motorcycles Like Big Red Buttons -new- 5/11/2015
16. My Face -new- 5/11/2015
17. A Drunken Buffoon -new- 5/11/2015
18. Lost To The Darkness -new- 5/11/2015
19. Raking Leaves -new- 5/11/2015
20. We -new- 5/11/2015
21. Another Bestseller -new- 5/11/2015
22. An Apple Fell -new- 5/11/2015
23. Everybody Stinks -new- 5/11/2015
24. Waving To The Ugly Horse -new- 5/11/2015
25. Misplaced Gifts -new- 5/11/2015
26. These Doodles Help Me -new- 5/11/2015
27. The Weeds Below -new- 5/11/2015
28. Pioneers And Parade Floats -new- 5/11/2015
29. On The Hook -new- 5/11/2015
30. Doorways / Points Of Access -new- 5/11/2015
31. Can I Just -new- 5/11/2015
32. The Briefest Of Moments -new- 5/11/2015
33. Crepuscular Rays -new- 5/11/2015
34. That Scoop Of Ice Cream In The Dirt -new- 5/11/2015
35. Three White Calla Lilies -new- 5/11/2015
36. Tres Calas Blancas -new- 5/11/2015
37. You’ve Heard These Afore -new- 5/11/2015
38. A Lifetime In The Lines At Wal-Mart -new- 5/11/2015
39. The Things They Call Sins -new- 5/11/2015
40. Miracles Nonetheless -new- 5/11/2015
Best Poem of Jeff Gangwer

For My Polish Hotdog

I stood there
in line—
in the Nikes
that my Wife bought for me—
in the Wrangler shirt
that I took from a hanger
in your closet—
two days before we buried you—
and I waited with the others for my Polish hotdog

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For My Polish Hotdog

I stood there
in line—
in the Nikes
that my Wife bought for me—
in the Wrangler shirt
that I took from a hanger
in your closet—
two days before we buried you—
and I waited with the others for my Polish hotdog

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