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The cataclysm of all those photons/
mad to be a part of you
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Sixteen hundred hens / suffocated / during the collection
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Brian stands. The edge of the tablecloth goes up with him, clings to his belt buckle, so he must beat it down. Everyone looks at him. The two old ones at the end glare at him coldly, four stupid eyes.
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the two become one where/
all things end,
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After the show they talked at the famous comedian, reaching the way they do, with their arms. Their arms are curved a good way, a better way than the older white planes of my own.
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"Check out these dudes,” he says. “They're all wearing kilts. Not that there's anything wrong with that, as long as they're wearing underwear.
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It was only when blood began to drip onto the page that he realized he'd been hit.
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The end is rehearsed over and over;/
in a world without heaven all is farewell.
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Tomorrow the authority smashes. Tonight we march, splash, carve letters in wet paint from room to room until steel blades bend. The letters will tilt in shadows gliding over the walls to mask our tales born of fractured wrists and the ghosts, our keepers.
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the bodies of the poor become/
a simple logistical problem,/
disposable as any gnawed bones
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now the days are empty
and time has lost its head
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a poem about things exploding/burning down/scattering for miles.
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No one has touched me for a long, long time and I believe that is why I am dying. This is a notion that is new to me but it has persisted over the last few weeks and I believe I finally have apprehended the truth. There was a time, I remember all too well, when I might…
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...it was moving toward me from an oblique angle somewhere behind, steadily, relentlessly.
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she lifted and threw her legs out the open
side front window of the speeding auto
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She said, “I think I’m pregnant,” but I thought that the sidewalk looked cleaner than usual,
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We hold fast to the bed’s corners, afraid our bodies, these new old bodies, have forgotten how to love in its center.
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One rainy day I walked to an out-of-the-way section of town where the buildings were old, and the streets were cobblestone.
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When we go to the streets/
we’ll have no guns
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Shadows skipped across the bedroom wall at 80 km/hour. It wouldn't be so bad if people wouldn't use their high beams but it's the price you pay for living on a dark highway with low property taxes. “How do you sleep in here?”…
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It's a lie, it doesnt mean anything this, only that my lips are ripe and soft.
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In the desert, among mauve flowers growing feverishly in the ochre sand, a bone, completely bare. Without underwear, without a shirt, nothing. White as a small cemetery ghost, eroded with age, the weather, the vicissitudes of life. It was a femur. I put it on my desk to…
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The vet sat with a young woman and old man on a bench in the waiting area. The vet talked like a machine-gun, giving post-surgical instructions for the care of a dog as the woman petted the back of her father who was trembling like…
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because you pay/
for it to matter to me.
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Scraping the baked on Bar B Q sauce from the grabbing ends of the stainless steel tongs has my total attention.
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In the summer that my mother returned from wherever she had gone after her divorce, she and I moved to a large, old farmhouse high on a hill, far from the town where I had grown up. The farmhouse was over a hundred years old and no one had lived in it for…
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We got this new group man--it's dynamite! I'm up front--no more bass--just front man--and this cat Jack on lead and Stokes the drummer and this outasight piano--he used to be with the Dead--
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He switched off the light. His wife was breathing softly. At her bedside he told her of her friends the roses, of the pretty carnation brooch he had pinned on her silk scarf, of her coquettish hat which fitted her so well. Small, simple and bright memories the heavy night…
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was yesterday’s dawn breaking in the high sky/ meant for us?
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