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If I felt like reading a book
then I would read a book
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148976
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The pristine Hudson's/waters dance in the dark of/the East River's rinse.
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1489106
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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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148920
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1489109
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Mosaics are a trick of the eye, seeming
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148988
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that doesn't need any words to arrive fully formed, or too many words to be believed in at all I should say, a little something we can simply send back and forth across your time and my space without having to talk at length about it, but being a …
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148800
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The sound built up, louder and louder causing birds and insects to fly into the air. Then it stopped.
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148854
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facts are facets are / things in the act // the truth speaks softly // as time saying amber / to the enduring sap // words come and go / like leaves like men // we the tree remain ...
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1488177
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a song jolts my memory . . .
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148822
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Once, I asked my father why Rex turned around three times before settling down for a nap. He told me it was because one good turn deserves another, then he laughed.
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148841
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I am reintroducing myself.
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148842
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Something was changing.
We could sense it in the circling air. A loss of stillness - and we'd been still for so long.
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148821
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Bake sweet rolls and make love to your new wife, fall asleep for three years and grow a beard.
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They are all sleeping, but I know better. I will keep watch and if he comes tonight I will be alert and ready. When he arrives he'll see the slack mouths, the graceless sprawls, hear the grunts, snorts and snores of the other women and then he'll sense me. My eyes will…
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148785
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Remember when I entered a room and turned heads
is my youthful charm a sputtering fire in the hearth
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Luke was in the gutter, his face in stagnant water littered with cigarette butts, condom wrappers, and green shards of glass from broken beer bottles. A man was kicking him in the face with a boot the size of a U-boat, over and over and over again. Blood
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He calls it an owl glass: he’s allowed: he’s six.
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it's time for the cold, antiseptic
cloth to briskly remove the evidence.
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...painted by my mother with meticulous attention...
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148763
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Let’s say you know so little about me. Like whose idea of a joke to name me Hideo for excellent male. Or why I hang out at triangle Park, ogling expatriates or crusty punks.
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148741
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A tanka/haiku poem about grandma getting run over by a reindeer.
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1487159
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We liked the orderly Newtonian/
with its fundamentalist action/
and reaction, its rules
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148600
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“Jesus Christ!” the man screams in pain, and a chorus of “Ewww” is heard from the girls' bench, where the severed body part has landed in a Yoplait strawberry yogurt.
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148620
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I was ashamed of my conscience.
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Little mercy, ten fingers, ten toes.
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148600
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Her fever spreads through lines of a plaid mini, over burnt milk, darkened to yellow. Fingers explore fabric folds up and into the lost dimensions of logic.
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A figure left the building.
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They couldn’t have done it better if they’d waved guns around in the air.
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Shadows from a star
Never too close
Never too far
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