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I know what he meant.
I've been in the 3 A.M. cream cheese.
I've known the hole in the bagel.
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At James’ funeral, Edward recalled the Brooklyn night in James’ Chevy.
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i built a house in the trees
before i lived in the sky
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Now that Spring has sprung I am reminded about the day a former neighbour complained about my squirrel collection. I love to feed the black squirrels that gather in my yard and she became convinced I had trained several ninja squirrels to enter her garden
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I think I’m the best Marilyn Monroe there ever was.
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I considered explaining that the universe is still evolving and changing, but the look on her face said GENESIS ONE.
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The first thing I realized I was hearing when I woke up from the land of nowhere was the brittle sounds of little frozen rods of rain crashing into the sliding glass porch doors relentlessly and cracking into tiny shards of split piles in…
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Ben considered his options in the taxi to Charles De Gaulle airport.
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I’ve never liked birds. There’s something smug about the way they look at us, we prisoners of gravity, something self-congratulatory in their songs. Maybe I’m just projecting my own feelings about being stuck on the ground, attributing attitudes t
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The man she loved did not love her. At first she prayed to Athena for strength and steadiness. She began to knock on wood, spit on her…
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____________________________________I get an internet connection and send this poem out in haste: Drugs, New Orleans…
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most famously, a small/
writhing dog. A thousand casts were made/
before they stopped
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Cockroaches may be falling through the holes
in the floorboards of heaven, but we will not be disturbed.
We are agents, free and clear, even if a little bit mean.
I want to quit worrying about money,
but the angels upstairs won’t let me.
The
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It’s like drawing with Cesium
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Mon wakes up surrounded by trees. The light is grey, the trunks black.How long have I slept? he wonders.He doesn't know which way to walk. In every direction, the same prospect of trees. He looks up at a blank sky. No sign even of the sun.***He starts walking. Slowly,…
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The candles and my brain
flame
like a torch
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The summer everyone read Faulkner, I read Hemingway. Out of spite.
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Class (appears in my book Breaking it Down; no journal publication) When your neighbor James Frehley cusses you out for hanging a block and tackle from the silver maple in your front lawn, begin to pull the engine from your Galaxie anyway, smile and nod…
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Alone in Eugene, / I sought out / the solace of olives
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I’m up to my ass in social media.
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Somebody left CNN on all night long
until the news cycle flipped, crashed
and burned
in its own ruins
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right/rite:
Your touch smooth as impulse/
Swaying my mind
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Please be advised to have at least 2 persons to assemble this unit
Although it could take close to a dozen
Always include at least 2 kibitzers
Another 2 or 3 standing around sipping vodka martinis
Be sure to have enough olives to go around
And b
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You’ve gathered in church to wait for Jesus. Unarguable signs have let you know this is the day. This is the day of the second coming. This is Judgment Day.
It was a no-brainer to wait at the church.
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The porous bear the anchorite’s vial
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Slept on a chair last night in the Springfield, Mass., bus terminal. It was March, and a dude in shorts asked: "Yo, you smoke trees?" I said, "Sure. Who doesn't?" He said, "You buyin'?" I said, "Nope, I'm going out of the country." He smiled and said, "Alright." He started…
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People tell me my personality is a drug. Could be. My shadow is a spine. And I have the current density of copper. A welcoming face. Opium eyes opium thumbs. The piccolo is parenthetical. …
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you knew the lightbent it in your favorleapt confidentlyacross heartscheeks and shouldersrouged chromaticincandescent pretendingperhaps the dark had no claimover your lonely clumsy soul© 2013 - Rene
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One year, she got a kite.
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