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What they used to do is hide in the cupboard, and would suddenly acquire the philosophy of “whatever happens happens,” so that they would finally find themselves grabbing each other's body parts in wanton excess until they both explode under the weight of their…
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It renders the inner ears inoperative-/
Music that once reverberated inside
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the brain-hut concert hall squeaks
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In my day, you could buy a polythene bag of cigarette butts for 5p. And everyone had a proper haircut.In my day, plumbers gave free vasectomies whilst reciting patriotic poems. And all the buses were red.In my day, there was always more than enough sex to go round, with…
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My father said that he had been ready for that journey for many days past and that he had asked often for the spirits to come and take him. He prayed to the god of the heavens and to the earth mother. He prayed for the three of us, and he prayed for the s
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In my dreams, I watch a sand shark sleep / on a coral bed
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If I wrote a war novel my wife would be killed off before our relationship figured out our differences. Like her being really Asian and me being just so-so Asian.
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If I floated about this coffee cafe,Like a spirit, just watching.In this room of framed fake memories,A room of ambient light, marketing to the masses,(It works; it gets 'em in the doors.)If I floated, I'd seeThese people sitting—eating, drinking, sipping, typing,…
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Then dared each other to travel
Much further
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I'm not hungry now
The darkness swallows me as they eat.
I'm starving now
With a pain I can't defeat.
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...a falling forward that is sometimes so material that you get a look at your shoes as you fall past them...
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I'm more ash now than cigar.
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So many opportunities for mud
can be found in these hills,
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For Algernon Afloat, on tidal difference's separated songs Let nothing spare her mention, still belongs That sterile tone mismissioned to my ear What love's illusion balanced most when throngs Of hummingbirds advanced, methinks, to hear…
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I’m starting to feel more interested in my savings account.
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We are the same shits/
we were in the Bronze Age
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breaking down the doors to get in
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She wheeled more deeply into the office towards Mason’s desk. Keith hurried to the desk and pulled the chair out of the way for her and a sat down next to her. She was blue-eyed, pale and completely hairless, which made it difficult to guess her age.
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the air is a fierce tangerine tonight
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Beautiful, he thinks, as he taps the ash of his cigarette over the balcony, but this is not good enough.
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He saw in her something fierce and wild
and gently led her to
his open palm...
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Linus had it right with the security blanket he held like a beloved pet swan. Geneva had it all wrong with a pastel-colored music box, painted with impressionist-styled daisies and tied up in gold-ribbed pink bow. But it had come from her grandmother. Her
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The DAR Recruiting Party included a martini bar, an eclectic mix of music ranging from Devo to Lawrence Welk, and “quoits,” a Colonial ring-toss game that newcomers play to win membership discounts and Talbots gift certificates.
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in that time people had gone away and i waited in the inside and looked out on balconies. the ending of the dusk was coming and the details of the railings and brick, the tree branches holding purple plums, the stacked railway ties and a thousand other details became…
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In the air a shining heart, wet lungs releasing and releasing, your sweet milk head, your pulsating skin. Only an inch separates us. A shimmer of hot air trembles like boiling water above the highway. There are seeds floating in the sky. These things will become other…
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But that last night in Europe, getting ready to fly out of Amsterdam back to the States, I heard this Phil Collins song, “In the Air Tonight,” which expressed some of the turmoil and confusion and whole-life hysteria I was feeling inside. Waves of fru
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as i sink down into the
shadows crawling like a worm
past cold bricks
centuries old in my blood
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Her smile was a cliff I stood on, trying to wrangle some kind of hope from the whites of her teeth. I heard the sound of the buzzer from the door on my ward. She stood there, a sickly ash tree, each limb flailing about like she was drowning in my sea of a
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In the bad dreams of bums living under the freeway overpass
dwells the laughing gas of their previous lives
the humorous opium operas of unsatisfactory whore-wars
and the open sores of ether-filled balloons
in the bad dreams of bums under
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In the beginning there was salt.
God licked the salt and said it was
Good. Then there was light.
And then chocolate.
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