1523 14 8
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Little tech puppies, well compensated for code/
that outsourced laborers will realize in supercheap,/
superchipped gewgaws, sip artisan beers
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152395
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Now that I am dead, my god will fight your god...
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152322
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I look down at my free of clothing genitalia and curiously note that the testicles sprout from above my erect penis, and my scrotum is so taut, hard and shriveled as to conjure squished images of a gigantic pink peanut.
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1523115
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“I’m tired, Art” The Virgin said. She was already curled up beside their dog,
Lance.
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15221511
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1522105
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He was instantly on her, pulling at her nightgown
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152220
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Vegas is turning out to be my kind of town. Easy money, free booze, and everyone is too overstimulated to realize I’m broadcasting right into their noggins.
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152277
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The whole thing is broken. It's like an egg. I'm not saying this to get you to say something else in the sunny opposite direction of the tattooed scar upon my painted backyard scene. I don't really care. It's only on me. Not on you. I'm glad as…
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152244
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I considered kissing Christian. It wouldn’t be terrible. I mean, it might be terrible, but it wouldn’t be awful. His teeth were a little crooked but he didn’t smell or anything.
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152265
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When I got to Pete's house he was sitting on the curb smoking a cigarette, bruised and dirty, with a smoking pile of rubble behind him where his house used to be. I hadn't heard yet, but his ol' girl left him and blew up the house when she left.
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1522124
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Xanax, A hand gun, And the courage to pull the trigger
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152287
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I was at Mike's place when the call came. My brother sounded so accusing that I wanted to punch him in the face. But he was way upstate. "Dad died today," he said, as if I could have somehow known or prevented it. It was sudden. A heart attack. He was…
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152200
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Locked at the highest rung
Unable to budge at all
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1522156
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As the other mammals go extinct,/
we can’t presume we are immune//
because of big brains and a history/
of belief in the control of nature.
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152298
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I could trust that most nights I would drop off to sleep at around midnight and shortly thereafter dream an “us dream”, a how we were dream, a sensing of our bodies undulating, then moving faster, moving with the waves of a special music only we could hear, with…
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152288
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“I won't live here,” Beth said, waving her hand to indicate the small Southern town in which they were having dinner—the most delicious fried chicken either of them had ever tasted—in a restaurant located in an antebellum mansion. She looked…
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152122
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an awkward stage between
glued popsicle stick marsupial,
and mechanical tin foil mammal.
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1521106
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They couldn’t have done it better if they’d waved guns around in the air.
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152165
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So few dreams are the doors they seem.
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15211412
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Usually I’m the only guy in a roomful of women. Some of them are foxy, too.
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152132
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Not a fuss, not a stink,
The eulogy, deep, will make one think,
Grandmother, sat in back, will wink
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1521128
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she lifted and threw her legs out the open
side front window of the speeding auto
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152163
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The poet said, ‘I feel the fell of dark, not day.” but day it always is. Bright! Bright!
the city claims its blue salutes; its stopping in mid-sentence at a name where fingers roam a stone.
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152100
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As airplanes fly low over her children playing in the kiddie pool on the front lawn, Maureen learns something else about her father's new house that lies in the flight path of an international airport.
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1521108
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Sunday morning beginning with a bang. Accused, found wanting, sentenced.
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152100
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There were echoes all around them, their shadows delirious and only existed in short spurts under the breath of the streetlights. They danced as their cigarettes leaked calligraphy across the night sky and she tried to trace it with her finger. He asked her what it said…
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1521117
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No bustling inside
No extruded amber
Wings onyx straight jackets
A low hum of displeasure.
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1520139
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I don’t remember much about kindergarten.... The teacher’s name was Mrs. Halverson. She was nice.
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152054
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Time has wings. They are bright and beautiful, like those of a butterfly. They are delicate wings, and they carry the years away from my decaying mind. I would break those wings if I could, for tomorrow I turn seventy-three, and I grow weary of their ince
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152033
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By February, I had decided,
That you'd tear out my throat every morning
if it meant your favorite song would play from my neck.
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