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I wear boots over bare legs feigning ignorance
To the coming storms, the snow the ice the cold
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I’ll take my Christmas carols neat-
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It was too late to be eponymous. I was happy enough to be an emulator. But even then, my ideas were nothing but re-runs of re-runs. Like a high-school production of Macbeth.
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Tonight, Bukowski and I drink together.
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The ability to "see the ball" is a gift.
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the names / she carried (within)
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You gave me chills on my opposite hip whenever you touched me from behind, when we spooned under the rough woolen blanket in your basement. Whenever your essence touched my life like that. Just like when you said, “You came, that’s all.”
That’s all? T
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There's no rain--there hasn't been rain in weeks--but the clouds are dark without the sun, and I can't see the stars.
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With their brightly-colored bits of
found string
woven into the walls of their nests
to teach their baby birds
what the worms of the future
will look like.
Somewhat like the
cave paintings of Lascaux
for early man in France,
when hunti
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At some point, Spiro thinks, everyone must look like a sniper.
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The clarinet and the accordion are brothers, I see. Big, fat men with curly, klezmer hair.
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She refused to leave her parents to marry him.
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I feel his hand on my face, feel it brush past my lips, and I taste my sister's blood.
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The moon, a cataract cloaked in its charcoal fog, slowly seeps among the trees; night's unguent.Its glance is constant and white,its arc known. I watch its brow of bone with constant wonder.The long, slow funeral of America is taking its time; its…
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It’ll die in there and the stairwell’ll stink for weeks, Greg says in the car. We’re quiet, considering that.
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I often thought about touching those slippery flames between my thumb and index finger.
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Every day is exactly the same.
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Maybelline Jones is my sister, my friend, and I try to tell her the right way to be.
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Elizabeth stood outside my door one afternoon. I greeted her from across the studio, put on some water to boil and walked to the door. I took her hand, held it to my cheek, and led her to my dining room table.
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I figured he knew what he was doing–he was the crazy one, after all, not me–so we took turns snorting lines of equal volume.
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And no one died achieving aristeia/
in this battle. We have come/
at least some little distance.
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I may be the shadow that I am, but I only ever loved you.
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until i french kiss every atmosphere
my mouth ready to explode
like roman candles
sparking my fingers sparking off the tips
of my sparking fingers
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Watering his pansies in their pots with his ridiculous
watering can. Sticking his finger in the soil to
test the dampness. Obviously nothing on beneath
the silk robe. It’s almost fallen loose a dozen times
Balding. Maybe in his late forties. S
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But others maintained that Billy Navins was a mad dog that needed to be put down and were just as glad that Lester was around to do it. " Call it a mercy killing," someone said. " Put the poor bastard out of his misery, didn't he ?"
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You're sitting in a darkened theatre with Gothic ceilings and one exit watching the latest Alan Ladd film with William Bendix and Veronica Lake.
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At dinner in Marrakech, Namid danced on the table, waving a white napkin, propelled by jetlag and poor judgment.
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Gorgonzola. It's what she was to bring this time. Plumtree's potted meat. What it was last time.
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First you had to have been there
Because the air cleared up
When the world stopped driving
And the plants bloomed
Bigger and brighter than we had ever
Ever dreamed
The sky was just a brilliant, pure
Blue
Like when God was born
Now fo
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His shirts he hangs on the back of the chair, one on top the other so they won't wrinkle.
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