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A true Rowdies fan begins every conversation about the band with a legend. She would be impressed if he knew the story.
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While waiting for the water to boil she formulated an excuse that the Saitos would be forced to accept as to why she must drop Isuko as a student. Suddenly the kettle sung out like a soprano, desperate to be silenced.
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We all know that sometimes miracles happen and sometimes they don't. Some days are good and some days go by slowly as the fatigue sets in and he realizes that he is fighting cancer.
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the world’s biggest poser fags
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Given the nature of the events that were to follow I'm pretty sure that no one sane could have been equipped to comprehend, much less deal with, the coming weirdness any better than I was.
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I’ve seen your tired souls
riding under the city
lost in the drowsiness
of morning calm commutes.
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In another lifetime the loft had been a shoe factory and I joked how in the dark of night I could hear the ghosts of lost soles speaking in tongues. There was the rolling of eyes, and when I repeated the joke to my therapist, who was actually sitting acr
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Sometimes words are carved in stone, but you won't find these in this poem
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There are gestures, unmarred by the words put to them after all has failed. When Y. stopped you from talking to apply lip balm to your dry lips. Or she sidled up to you to read what you had written for her. When you lay on the grass together she put her head on…
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No matter how many times
flies land on butter
they will never become
butterflies
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I thought
we ended things a long time ago
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Words reach out of my mind for paradise. And come back with rocks.
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But the restaurants put pig in every little dish. You couldn't eat there without encountering some portion of pig. It was in everything, including the cabbage. Who puts pig in the cabbage? I'm asking you. And in the dumplings too. For God's sake, give it
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He stood with his cardboard sign and watched the faceless occupants, watched for a car window to lower; there were few.
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He painted a woman on them, identical to the woman that kneeled by his bed.
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"Dad, I already told you about your wife. She’s not coming."
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There's still a swatch of jelly on his lower lip. Did you notice? That's not the way it's done, even on the tractor.
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Like Frank O'Hara'I do this, I do that.' Her high heels click-click, a sexy click track, across the street: a cliché of seedy male desire, a worn-out image written too many times. Am I a poet or just a voyeur? Sur les trottoirs…
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My girlfriend, Anna, was not at the party but out of town for the weekend. I promised myself I would kick her out of my apartment soon. That was in the works since God knows when. She was never going to leave voluntarily and this maneuver, I figured, woul
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'Every raindrop sounds different.' says Barney. He's bouncing along beside his mother, twisting in her hand like warm milk. She looks down at his Big Bear hat and tugs. They wait together at the edge of the busy road. 'How do they sound?' 'Zzzing.…
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...it was just my heart stnging through my eyes...
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...something is pulsing in the shovel against the window and its pompadour of snow.
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I've been in Tucson two days, and so far most of my conversations with my father have taken place while I crane my neck and squint into the sun. I scream up, he screams down.
He needs to fix the leaky roof before the rainy season, he says.
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Last night, the station played me a dream of sexual promiscuity that included -- but was not limited to -- imaginative acts involving....
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But I sense a tremor in your soul as well, young friend, a yearning of some sorts.
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Gerald and I have had our share of problems. Like I mentioned before, his infatuation with the Third Reich has become something of a sticking point.
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A small bar of glycerin soap floated in the sink full of bloody water . . .
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I won't read between the lineswhen the linesI'm daily given are half truthsI will take what you sayas truewhenthe truthsuits me as well as it suits youI heard you yelling at him, you knowyou didn't know I was home yet but I wasI was grabbing a package off the…
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Chris and I have an understanding. We've been playing cops and robbers all morning, running around and stirring up shit.
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