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Crimson dawn cloaks the starlit night,devoured flesh canvassed fright.Memories flash,as moment’s lapse.Feelings trapped,my love gasped.
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It’s been stored away in the cedar chest since my mother put it there in the early 60’s, well, 1962 to be exact. She was a careful woman, but over these many years the bow has flattened, and the wind-up parts have corroded some from non-use. Oh, the
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I'm sitting on the B-line toward Park, and there is a woman with the same black bob as Mad TV's Miss Swan, and she is leaning the whole front of her body against the whole pole in front of me, and even though there is plenty of space around her, she is pressed up…
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you are the most uptight pansy I have ever met
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strobe lights wash me up and down
and here is the hottest mad dancer of
the early morning black and loaded
rushed into a freeze frame
...Also link to the song "Nope"
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Sometime in the late 60s when I was thirteen I had this paper route for the San Mateo Times.
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“Emerald Leaf Borers, Dutch Elm Disease and Gypsy Moths blow through here like the Plagues of Egypt,” said Rafe, sipping from his glass of Parallel 44 wine. “You'd think we'd get more than a few days of good weather for all the parasites we feed.” …
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The last time I saw Jackson, I didn’t write down the set list. This time I didn’t write down the set list, either.
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It’s all a matter of warped mirrors. As in the multi-mirrored passage I stood before as a boy
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Perhaps nothing has never existed;/
perhaps something always has
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“If they look that good in shorts.” I warned him once, in a candid, humorous moment, “Then they’re probably too young for you to look at.”
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He leans against the truck, the sun sinking on the day, shadows inching down the side of the house, yawning towards the horizon.
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“I feel like my bones are melting.” Her arms are wrapped around her body tightly, like she’s trying to hold herself together. She’s shaking; I can hear it with every breath she takes.
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Biscuits and gravy. I'm off today, I'm lazy.
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Damien, my boyfriend, talks me back to sleep when I wake up in the middle of the night, he doesn't judge me for being afraid of the dark, or being lost at sea, he simply listens to me breathlessly explaining why I'm awake— again— at 3:32 in the…
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Burren-grey, the sky through sky lights
is cigarette ash smashed across July.
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"Pull around," Rachel says. "Pull around him, dammit."
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The others fell silent and cast glances back and forth to each other.
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An anorexic middle-aged woman walked up and watched me..
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I tried to talk, but only / whispers slithered out.
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I ain’t your kissing cousin
That’s pretty plain to see
Baby, keep your pretty lips
Far away from me
I ain’t your kissing cousin
That’s pretty plain to see
You’re really very pretty
Come kiss me and we’ll see
We don’t live in a barnyard
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Unapproachable... for all that.
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You are like gasoline on the fire of my desire–you send me higher and higher into paroxysms of earth-shaking erotic explosions. Remember–the “light” catfood is the kind in the turquoise bag.
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Snow fell against the windows casting shadows that danced like fireflies or flame—he couldn’t make out which for sure. He’d tumbled and bounced from balcony to balcony, the snow calming with the winds and gently falling, now.
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It was where the “Suits” worked. I didn’t want to go there, I didn’t want to be there, but in those days one did what one was supposed to do.
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He ran for home, screaming for help in the silent ravine.
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I haven’t read many of them, these poets
that they speak of – Whitman and his Leaves
Of Grass, Mary Oliver and her wild life
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Penny followed the woman into the warm, dark interior of her home, which smelled strongly of cumin and other familiar spices she couldn’t name. Penny noted that the tia’s hair had turned almost completely white and had grown very long since Penny had last
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The young cop says, “Sorry ma’am, you’ll have to wait.” In the strobing red-blue glare he looks like a teenager. Melissa wonders if Tony had looked so young when he started, all those years ago.
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