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I carried him home, all blood and brains, and set him in the ground. Is that love, George?
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Neglected long enough, uncalled for/
by the shrinking language of the day,//
my words abandon me.
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One night while in rehab I had a dream that I worked as a violin maker in Salzburg.
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In his head he thinks oh whatever when I wake this time I shall have a very fine discussion with Someone special, oh but finding meaning in anything nowadays that's Just too much rich flattery, isn't it, filthy mirror? Inside His head's…
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He said stuff like
‘Crikey that's a knife',” she said, “it was bad, really
really bad.”
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In the darkness, as I awaken, an orange glowing 3:45 greets me . . .
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I'm trying to read a Poetry in Motion poem on there wall of a crowded electric train
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Beside her door there was a black squirrel in the dogwood she saw scratched his armpit.
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when the surface of a photograph gets like this that it has gone blind
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“Just how many different animals try to hide their nakedness?” “Only one. And that'd be us, idiot.”, Twinkle responded. “Then, why don't we mind sometimes showing our bodies?”, she then asked. Twinkle could see it was going to be another…
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Even in the fading light, it looked big enough to disembowel a man.
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W here do you think you're going
what'll you think you'll do
running down this highway
that you never even knew
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He has stubby, rough little fingers. Good.
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Hippy health food. It all began with Hannah’s homemade granola.
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elton wrings the melody from the words into the silent but pulsing air
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We all build portraits, meaning we all try to encapsulate and thus punctuate time. Why? Because, who among us can swallow eternity whole?
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when thoughts of you
waffle in through memories scent
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Paris is a great place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there.
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Before my mother died, she developed an unhealthy relationship with Sylvia Plath. Under the faded florescent lights of the university they would speak to each other, as I quietly did my homework. I was only seven, but I knew something was the matter. I…
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My father bouncing his leg to slow rock music with me on one knee, telling me I should keep a special place in my heart for my teeth, to remember where I lose them, on the playground like he did when he was my age, fighting a friend named Bobby-Joe. Or else I could lose…
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beautiful, but you don't own beauty. You may be sexy, but you don't own desire. You may be smart, but you don't own wisdom. You may be good and kind, but you don't own love. You may like trees, but you don't own the forest. You may like to…
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In which era was it not a scary world?/
Last century, the perils were both red and yellow/
after Jerry was undone. Now, they’re brown/
and cross, without respect, the Rio Grande
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Irony is written sarcasm. Sarcasm is spoken irony: the opposite of what is meant. Catholic irony in fiction seems deeper and more related to theme. Protestant irony starts with P as do other þing.
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I write poems as if language matters.
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On the bank of the stream, we take off our clothes and dash into the water.
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"Jesus was a zombie?" I ask, shocked.
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" If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stomping on a human face--forever." 1984, George Orwell
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