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Mostly, though, reiteration of the old/
in an idiosyncrasy that strives/
to become fresh and fails
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18091210
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Another siege/
with kamikaze fervor.
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180931
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Why won’t my parakeet eat my diarrhea?
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180997
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God's real name is Frank, and he stops by all the time. He tries to dump that cheap Xmas candy on us.
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180942
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God's honest truth, I wake up every morning when my clock punches out its dulcet, insistent clangs, a setting called Ultra Zen Up & Out. I brush my teeth with a blue dollar store toothbrush and watch one of the five morning TV shows designed to let me know the weather…
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180999
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Andalusia I. partners in sunset the hawk and I in ballet ..............................he:..........the small flame in the wind ..............................I:............the last tremor of grace the…
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180921
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Julie and I had been dating for almost a year when she slipped her vagina under my door on her way to work.
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1809107
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Most everything is white because white means clean and hospitals are supposed to be clean. They wouldn’t let me leave.
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180997
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When I first arrived/footling-breeched/you two were there/ahead of me.
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180963
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Bootsy awoke with a hangover that only brain surgery could cure, a hangover that caused a seam to open in the known universe, leaving Bootsy on one side while all other matter sped away, away.
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180900
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180832
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He was drinking heavily again and complaining that there was nothing fresh worth writing about.
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180821
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Sarge had done this before. Not with this many rookies and not on a one-way trip. This was a suicide mission. The boys didn't know it, but he did. They weren't coming back. Hell, they couldn't come back
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18081611
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In my upper room, a sermon/
was playing about sundry.
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180872
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When the black cloth falls on you all food tastes like airline food. Every song sounds like Barry Manilow. Every poem sounds like Rod McKuen. It’s all just noise to you now.
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180895
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A little contempuous aside by the critical theorist guy, Frederick Jameson-- that it was logically absurd to call anything that human beings do, produce or effect “unnatural,”-- has brought forth the following. We are…
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1808136
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With the morning comes the repetition...
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1808129
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now the days are empty
and time has lost its head
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18081212
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They'd taken so much: ivory, rubber, copper, gold. Wealth for the grabbing. No remorse.
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18081611
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18081110
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It was just lying there by the side of the road next to a mailbox, pockets turned out, weeds kinda rolled flat around it. I counted three nickels, a dime, and a cigar butt too. I could sure use the change for gum, but I didn't want to get near it. It looked dead,…
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180863
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Suds, like gossamer bandages at her wrists, concealed the turbulence below but could not relieve it.
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180888
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Today the color of the skyremakes my heart into somethingless willing to break, or to judge,and I am thankful for it. Acolor not unlike walking chestdeep in the ocean and seekingbeautiful clouds and thinking Iwill be back. Dreaming with the sky.Please stop lying to me. A…
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18071813
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One must be drenched in words.
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18072111
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I am not the wind./
I am a stone eroded by the wind
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180700
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The moon is now at the corner on pace for the horizon. On top of a tall business building in Downtown Newark stop a woman in a hood cloak.
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180730
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She burst
Into the glass shop
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180721
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A sturdy and goatish original by know-nothing punks from the sticks. Who cares if we were puny and smelled like fresh milk? For a few years we played and rocked, even turned the Appalachian soundscape a little brown at the edges. At least at first. Mainly
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1807106
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I had a meeting with the editor of a well-known magazine. She said, “I think your paradigm got stuck up your monomyth.” “Oh dear. Is that bad?” “Bad? You want to be a writer, don't you?” “Well, I did. I'm not so sure now.…
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1807117
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War came home tonight. We weep and hug, while he stares over our shoulders, like the statue we'll make of him. We pour a drink for his shaky hands, wheel him past his friends the dead, and lie to each other about other, far off places as if we knew.
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