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They line the bar beside me.
Talking about themselves and estranged children,
while rubbing necks and wrists,
searching for the pulse.
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Culture gives what it feels you deserve/
in the cul-de-sac of your time and place.
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but I pretend again I've kept the prairie/
out, have battled back the smoke and dirt
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served as it is/
among these friends.
The frayed filaments/
tickle my chin and irritate my nostrils,
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that day is my barking up and leaves falling down story, but in their elephant slowness it seemed no more than the regular run of the sun slightly disappearing here, and then maybe reappearing there, like a lost color, way over the horizon, or the…
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The promise of free food and drink was too much to pass up since I hadn't played a gig in months and was living on peanut butter and celery. When Kelly called I was too hungry and thirsty for drink to turn him down.
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got the space heater going in the desert
got a lot of space out there somewhere
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Nobody has been able to use the washer and dryer for over a month now. Our neighbors have gone laundry crazy. They've become suds-a-holics. They wash everything. If it isn't nailed down, they wash it. Outboard engines, peculiar feelings, dominatrix boots, metaphors,…
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It was a pleasant time, my thoughts were mostly good ones, with little effort wasted on regret.
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Maddy knew how to make a sauce. It embraced the meat in a thick, buttery ooze.
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"The truth isn't always beauty, but the hunger for it is.'--Nadine Gordimer Other things do matter just as much of course. Of course they do. Hey I'm still kind of alive inside this poem here. At least I'd like to think so, so yes another…
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...collapse of the human world. Go, cell phones!
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memories that no longer make sense
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It lies in rusting riot
of shadowed days.
Flying high its emblem wings,
forever stalled.
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His work was done. For sixty years, beginning soon after his seventeenth birthday, he had listened to the gods- good, bad, somewhere in between-
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A proper study of human history should
lead the student to an inescapable desire
to commit suicide
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Start now. Make lists. Call long-lost friends. Say what needs saying. Raise hell.
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perjured like a fickle impulse
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We all//
fall short and fail.
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old men with crispy sunburnt ears
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On the Nightly News a pedophile in an orange jumpsuit does a sashay of shame in front of a wolf pack of cameras and satellite feeds that surround the downtown courthouse. At the bar, a woman with big blonde hair and a rhinestone manicure says off with his head. A…
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It’s not the money. The money’s/
just a way of keeping score.
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He stared at the mirror, his hair looked chewed up–severed by a miniature lawnmower.
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We wore cowboy hats and jeans in the pictures. They both came off once his camera disappeared.
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