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At five o’clock in the afternoon, at five o’clock / in the afternoon
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A.The poem of rational progression is dulling.Make the leap. Go beyond juxtaposition to collision.We like poetry that does double duty, triple duty, quadruple duty. We like poetry that mixes the grit, poetry that has the texture of complexity.Reason asserts an…
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Sometimes we hurt ourselves, we scratch ourselves, we bleed — for a simple joy... All I wanted to do was to find the poplar again — the tree of my young arms, of my budding breasts. My fingers used to circle around its bold and vigorous waist, but in the…
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You have a house (plural, as in Spain)
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I knew it was just a matter of time...
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She walks ahead, dropping matches as she goes. Grassland is consumed by flames and when I arrive all is wasted.
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Dear Brandon Lee: I know that you're dead and can't respond to letters, but I've always felt a connection to you.
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Then I heard it -- a sound like an oboe being strangled. Teeny was farting onto the cement stoop through her jeans, a tripple flutter blast.
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No one means to go that way, on an errand to the mall....
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... a moth,
a kiss. A silence.
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There he was, naked and covered in green mud
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...painted by my mother with meticulous attention...
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Life seemed okay…for the most part.
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We flew./
In my dreams, I can fly.
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... and August's drought/
will yellow lawns, singe the shrubs,/
and amplify cicada song.
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Anson Chi/
tried to kill my wife
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are my only real friends. They don't seem to mind my shuffling down the dirty sidewalks without acknowledging their mere scraggly presences like friendly tombstones. They are growing their hair out again. I've noticed that much. We've got a…
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(I woke once from a bad dream to throw them from the drawer, but my hands were so clammy, the coins stuck to my hand! I had to scrape them off my palm on the edge of the table.)
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There’s a price / on everything
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But if he's been photographing her for almost thirty years, there must be close to 11,000 images. During the session, they don't speak. And, after so long, words are not really necessary.
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The white space beckons-/
a blank wall in a decrepit neighborhood-/
wishing to be decorated or defiled
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Little tech puppies, well compensated for code/
that outsourced laborers will realize in supercheap,/
superchipped gewgaws, sip artisan beers
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I can never tell if he’s drunk or using some sort of substance or if perhaps his brain just doesn’t fire at the pace that we have come to accept as normal.
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The smart drivers know the signs/
and the back street ways around the wreck.
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Sasha and I had snorted a table of cocaine and I had her trapped inside my Joy Division bedroom.
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She asks if I would like to join them.
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Usually I’m the only guy in a roomful of women. Some of them are foxy, too.
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