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About the author
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Thomas White once had the same girlfriend as Bill Clinton
(though 20 years after and she was none of the "headline names"). He has been a philosophy major, car parking specialist, insurance interoffice courier and lived in Arkansas the same year (1969) that Bill Clinton did. This fact is unconnected to the said girlfriend. White has published his poetry, fiction and essays in Australia, United States and Canada.
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Callers' mouths stopped by the hold buttons,
magic flashing bullets caught between their
teeth, speak not in tongues but in busy tones.
From a drooling pink announcer mouth foul
smelling white saliva-petals shoot sudsy ,
half rabid dog with patter and monologue,
biting the bullet-shaped microphone. Alone,
sound of the tone at 4am,the DJ ,in a leather
jump suit, grins: dark as a wired -up spider
in the empty studio's ghost-green gullet,
he takes the first caller and begins to eat
coffee-stained hearts which cannot sleep.
After Paid Sex
A body to die for, but
I merely paid dearly.
Sex for money:
I see clearly,
How whoring's
Like a marriage vow,
Or at least nearly.
It is yes or no
And everyone
Understands clearly.
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