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RED TATE – BAD POETRY by Peter Nolan Smith

Red Tate lies on the pavement Helpless flat on his back If his mother saw this sight Tears would fill her eyes Red Tate drinks Ripple. Sometimes Thunderbird Red wine dulls his nerves. A bum A tramp. His mother’s second son. 1978

9/11 plus 5 Pattaya Memorial

My wife has been out of town for over a week. She had gone up country to the rice paddies with my daughter to take care of a sick sister. Champoo, my dog, escorted on my nights at the Buffalo Bar. The bar on 3rd Road is a convenient five-minute motorcycle ride to my soi […]