1952 14 8
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To stop the world from explodingLike Krypton. It has to be.Like purple flowers we're there on Burnt battlefields. It raises its flag, Too, and continues the march towardThe dreaming sun in spite ofAll the smoke and ash thisWorld has to offer. Our…
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195211
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And I was going into the visions you get before you go to sleep. And I heard her moan. It was so beautiful. I moaned back. And she moaned again. And I did too. We pretended I guess that we didn’t hear each other. That we were moaning in our sleep.
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195222
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He pulls on his wispy goatee and shifts his weight a few times from one foot to the other. That doesn’t help. It rarely does, to be honest.
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195200
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La revancha! The rematch between the great matador and the impossible bull was set for La Fiesta de la Objeto Inamovible. Red-lettered posters announced the event on shuttered tiendas and busy bus stops and papered-over graffiti on the city’s walls for al
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195194
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Three hours isn't that long.
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1951209
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In that mix of sports and religion, TV was what there was of virtue. I thought bars were nicer.
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195151
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The waitress says,
“That’s a memory,”
as the smoke dances around her head.
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195144
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Some poems slip out easily
Thick and solid
Well-oiled and fully formed
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1951101
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I wonder, God. Do you sit around and play with the universe like it was your Wii? Or your Farmville? Or maybe your little iphone app? I mean, really. Did it ever occur to you that the little men, women and children on your screen actually bleed? Do you think…
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195163
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Damn, I joke with myself, who was the fucking idiot that bought this cheap bottle of red wine?
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195151
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She watches too much VH1 for a five-year-old.
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195112
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The zombie apocalypse was long foretold as a rather exciting bit of bother involving shotguns and chainsaws, but the reality of it is rather depressingly boring.
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19511311
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You were busy, moving, alert inconstant motion; packingbooks, clothes, paintings;deciding yes to this, no to that. I was simply tryingto settle somewhere in the space.We'd known it for years when things were in place. Now, this abrupt interruption of…
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19512415
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Put down your bazooka, Marianne.
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195173
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Roanne banged the chiva, turned tricks, and ran out of road.
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19501510
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. . . quit being so rigid, open up to the pasta.
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195085
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What kind of person would she be remembered as if she died over night and someone looked in her freezer? She took out a package of bacon from the freezer that was dated 2009.
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1950179
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Can you find happiness in the middle of a kidney stone attack?
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195032
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So I'm digging, clawing the black earth, disappearing in its ore and shadow.
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19503620
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195000
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The words of prophets only serve to demonstrate that ‘unreliable narrative’ can often result in poor literature; unfortunately, poor literature can attract a very large following.
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19501310
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sacred ground bleached with the salt of bitter tears
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194933
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A joust. A tournament. A playing field. ¶ Hmm . . .
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194921
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The Bike Messenger on Lexington Avenue
Comes to rest
taking a moment
in the falling rain
slowly massaging the
veins at the top
of his bald head
Cracking his neck
while the yellow cabs start
honking behind him
Unwilling to mov
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1949145
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19491010
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He says he’ll have a Bud, too. The woman taps her pencil on her pad, looks at the kid and says, “When?”
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194900
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194977
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She came from the land of rumpled sheets. She was the very definition of sex. She was the breeze through the wind chimes of his heart. One might say that she actually invented the orgasm. All mirages are this way. Perfect until they disappear. They
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194921
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Six thousand dollars was a small price for a man's life. Mario was in the back seat of the Honda with Johnny next to him handcuffed, all tense. Francisco had it on a rap station, the sort of music that gave Mario a headache.
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1948124
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all / the secret letters/ ever dreamed up
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