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My friend once told me about this island of trash in the Pacific. He said that if you threw a piece of trash in any body of water it would find its way there somehow.
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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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Last night Ariana our second daughter, only 8,wanted to baptize you for your birthday. Her hair shimmered and the face of her joy reminded me of Two Oceans Plateauin the Beartooth Range in southern Montana.As she walked from the sink she carrieda large…
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contact.
intimacy.
human
fucking
connection.
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“It’s lost. Lost and gone. Forever. My love for you. I’m sorry.”
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The logic of the impoverished was amazing. Like Rita telling me I owed her fifty cents for a token after she stole five million yen from me.
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"Now, I'm not no Holocaust Denier . . . I just think it was a little bump in the road! Like Reagan said about Watergate . . . 'Mistakes were made,' and all. Well, shoot . . .…
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I avoid weddings like the plague.
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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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“Who’s chasing you?”.
When the answer is ‘no one’, it’s best to drive away, like you would from a forgettable Oregon town or someone who can’t love you more than they hate themselves.
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“Careful of the shells,” yousaid. I wanted to tasteyour white, and makea table of your midriff. Georgia's just aplace withso little, butan island nevertheless. Sky's a thing weseem to be, when thelight focuses on…
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I had to kill someone today. Do not be alarmed, she was only real to me.
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Odd bookends
stuck in familiar territory,
we have become lethargic
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Reality for us must be broken so we can fix the one small insect of it we can capture and pin, wriggling.
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“I wrote a story about you today.”
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One afternoon the kids from next door come over. Marion is our age, Jimmy a year younger. Marion's pretty. I can't even look at her.
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Bones consolidate with age. The fleshy/
bits of body follow by wrinkling and/
spreading outward, appearing to expand.
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You lazy fuckwit! You half-assed shithead!
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I invited Van Gogh over for some drinks and a chat. I'm talking about Vincent.
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Sometimes he could feel so small he believed he could fit through the eye of a needle.
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I should have buried him on the saddleback and kept my mouth shut. I'll murder the bastard who did it.
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I was out of my element. I was on property that wasn't mine. In a woods with mansions tucked away among the trees.
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Ireland - her beauty is like a drug.
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...was discovered today hanging from a shower outlet in his bathroom...
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They coo and gurgle in the warmth of twig and down. They are so delicate, hard to look at without thinking of death. I tell them I want for them chief among all things strength, speed, resilience.
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A man asleep on a stack of tires in front of a tire shop on 10th Aveune, NYC.
A store that’s “open 25 hrs,” where apparently time is being manufactured.
The unknown new element, the 25th hour, even though the other 24 may have been shortened som
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“Everything is neon, “ I say.
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feeling empty as the
bottom of a bottle
dry as a bone
in death valley alone
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