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It was in the spring of 1958 when I first arrived in Kobe, Japan, traveling aboard a Norwegian merchant ship, looking to make movies on a limited budget. Superior quality cameras, lenses, and film were being produced in Japan at a fraction of the cost for similar products…
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The world is full of dead dogs
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Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder.
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You might as well be the man on the moon. Once touching your face was quotidian. When I tallied each day's pleasures, you, in this room or that, counted too much for me, I think. I stopped record keeping. I'm …
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Life seemed okay…for the most part.
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(For Dancer and Guitar) …
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We’re all competitive and drunk.
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He finds a beach ball and recreates humanity upon it. Kicking it down the shore he wonders how the little people must feel about each other. To place them on such a tiny globe almost seems unfair.
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So, like I said. Da. I have dealt with the men, when I was a lap dancer. The men they need the….manipulations. I have good hands. They want me to see them naked, their power. Here it is only the women. The massage, the facial, the waxing...
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Maybe all quarterbacks are shitwads.
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Buddy was in a garage band. They were pretty good. “Soul Harbor“ they called themselves.
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". . . with the impact of a 18-wheeler jack-knifed into a Mini-Cooper as it hits the surface."
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Marlene smiles at me with her lips pressed together. The young girl standing with her can't be more than fourteen or fifteen although she is tall for her age. She too smiles. She has an intricate set of braces on her teeth. I can't tell if Marlene has teeth
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the signature of God/
consigning everything/
to the saturating energies of time.
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Great Uncle did stunts in silents and shot a man in a cowboy one-reeler, then vanished to the hills like Roy Earle in High Sierra.
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The Muse stands at the summit of a paragraph playing with a yo-yo.
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I recognized the smile. It was a “I’ve got you where I want you now,” smile.
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Grace Gibbons is a way of life.
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it was your hands—caked
with years-old clay & quaking
from too much solitude
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I often thought about touching those slippery flames between my thumb and index finger.
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His mouth smiled but his icy eyes did not. "You like it?," he asked with a thin deflated voice. "Old family recipe. Enjoy."
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And the voodoo pins pinged as, folding and imploding, she was reduced to a petro-chemical puddle.
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The end is rehearsed over and over;/
in a world without heaven all is farewell.
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Truth came out of it, a little bug that hovered there...
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I’ve been such a fool, so reckless and untrue.
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This is a wife pregnant with spiders
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If ever I read a poem aloud
It will not be from a podium’s shelter
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