995 15 8
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It is imperfect,/
eroded by the optics//
of light, space/
and orbital mechanics.
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1154 15 8
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i hear the boom boom boom
in the room room room
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1114 15 10
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I no longer go for walks without my bamboo stick. Tightly held in my hand, thin and light, it beats the invisible particles which try to land on me and bite. My face is hidden as in shame under a rough gag, my hands are getting rusty, missing the touch of other hands. My…
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1066 15 8
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Maybe it takes as much fortitude
To forget
As it does
To remember.
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1598 15 12
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Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder.
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1147 15 7
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but most times/
it’s just improvisation//
with phrases of unknown origin/
swirling in my head
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2058 15 11
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He gathers our abusive fathers, our esophageal tears, our peanut fetuses.
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1642 15 10
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. . . quit being so rigid, open up to the pasta.
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1084 15 7
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They wait for me every morningthese two furry four legged catswhen they hear my car,their eyes open wide and they nuzzle each otherin anticipationof the food I bring them
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1606 15 7
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My mind has started to finish thoughts at 77 Words. These are just a few.
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1484 15 13
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I am eternal/
as long as the power holds
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1471 15 14
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it was your hands—caked
with years-old clay & quaking
from too much solitude
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1061 15 7
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...he had that same grin, better than a racy French picture.
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1513 15 9
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Love free of independence is a savage, hungry beast
Phantoms grasping, sweating, gasping 'till her mind could not be freed
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1375 15 16
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He didn't hide it. He told her he was a mortician when he called. He had responded to her ad in the Lonely Hearts section of the newspaper.
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1059 15 9
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I will wrap up in quilts that still smell of summer sun
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1936 15 10
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Of only there were more like you,
I wouldn't be changing careers.
And my drawings would still be in magazines,
instead of on strange people's rears.
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1776 15 12
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This is the best kind of crime scene.
Spattered like gore from gunshots,
I'm left covered in trace evidence.
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1563 15 9
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The violin hung on the wall after that, a witness.
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1333 15 10
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Weddings, engagements etc.
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668 15 10
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Once a psychologist told me a story
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3005 15 4
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Her pheromones were working overtime.
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1225 15 10
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Someone's ass should be kicked.
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1188 15 9
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They were discussing reincarnation,
what animals they would come back as.
"I'd be a vole," Cranshaw said. Is a vole
even an animal? Connie asked.
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1201 15 10
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in which a man who is bored with years of retirement poses a threat to himself and others
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879 15 13
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2707 15 10
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I’ve forgiven my mother; she didn’t know what she was doing. She heard voices, had visions. She imagined herself to be a prophet named Helen when her real name was Marge. When she learned she was pregnant with me she scored some Thalidomide from my gr
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2016 15 11
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is every word is a small step takenaway from you that arcs back to me likea mamba's mouth. I'm not going aroundin place so much as running in circles. You can see my devilry here. You arethe truth here and that makes me the lie. You'renew morning. I'm much, much more…
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1993 15 15
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for Bill YarrowPoetry is a way of breathingagainst the enemy's chest withoutlosing consciousness again. Itis a ghost dance. Poetry is tobe determined by the plight of bees.Poetry is a waterfall ona mailing list. I've never tasteda finer whiskey than poetry.Poetry is half…
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1977 15 13
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Where will you hide? Because you know it Will seek you out for answers you might Only be asking for yourself. It Will send many students to stand outside Your apartment and chant your name. It will beg you to perform its birth Again to the…
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