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heart-shaped stones
love, devotion
no way
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Go diddle in the sand//
to save some other sinner/
a death of stones.
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You should be calling 911
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Here they come, those witnesses.
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It was a lovely day all the horrors in deep hiding
leaving me, leaving all of us, a chance to wonder why
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It seems that back in 1911, Kaiser Wilhelm came to this town
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A retired feminist literary agent named Jackie and her boyfriend, Jock, were on board. Jock was kind as one might expect of a man traveling with a feminist, and Jackie was happy yet stern. She mentored me one day over lunch.
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You need buttered broths and to
copy old writings by hand by
very poor light.
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We are the same shits/
we were in the Bronze Age
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The man had come up behind me and locked my arms backwards. I could feel his cock or gun against my low back. He told me if I moved he'd hurt me and he said did I know what that meant? I did know, however I was watching from…
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“Phennias Jessup is his name. That’s his death’s head scroll, an hourglass, bats, spirals and angel’s wings on either side of the top part of the stone. "
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You want to know what happened to him and your curiosity is a cat pawing at the edges of your impatience as you roam aggressively around your old haunts.
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Elvis at a Starbucks. Some graphic words.
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It really makes you wonder what else you don't know.
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Leonard didn't know that cute girl well, hardly at all, but he really wanted to. She was his first real crush in Junior High. He got his chance and talked to her some one day while they were walking down the hall between classes. She actually spoke to him first. The bell…
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He hiked the hills of her condition
She biked the path of his delight
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The mirror can never talk back/
unless corrupted creases of the brain/
and its recombinant physical maladies//
elect to answer...
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Poets who thrum jirble and thwack
Poets who thrum eat quorn with raw swamms
Poets who thrum are eristic (not shambolic)
Poets who thrum deliciate unto kench when they freck
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The form I completed yesterday filled out several attachments, including one for passive business loss. I did not believe I had incurred business loss, just that I was freelancing part-time.
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You wanted a love poem written just for you. / Here it is. Don’t look askance.
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These days I wear a flag pin.
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Mostly, though, reiteration of the old/
in an idiosyncrasy that strives/
to become fresh and fails
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I paid the doctor / You paid the doctor
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wonder
at all the things done
without regard for you at all.
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We left behind the wedding rings on the dresser along with the other jewelry.
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Susan said since her divorce three years ago there have been too many Jacks in her life. Seven, if she counted that older guy. She knew that now. Too many. It was the name and little else that drew her to men. She told me the name alone was like Pavlov's bell. It…
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Got something inside me
hard as nails
keeps me walking upright
ain't never failed
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