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Late spring, summer before cancer. Frank drove Max and his pal Jason to Cincinnati for their first rock show. Less Than Jake at Bogart's. A two-hour drive for ska-punk.
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This time, he didn’t admire the fish for very long. He was close to shore and tossed it up on the rocks. Before the fish could flop its way back to the water, Quentin lobbed a broad stone at its head.
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He brought me kisses from New York.
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The trees would answer with a creak and a crackle.
Fall was near, a rotten apple.
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-- All the guys who hit on me are Virgos. -- Like Gary? -- Like Gary. -- How could Gary be a Virgo? Look what he did with his hydrangeas.
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My old buddy Snoop Dogg saunters into the room, and we go through a handshake routine that takes over ten minutes, ending with double-backflips and some brotherly penis swordplay.
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Though we came to life as to a school/
We leave without graduating
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My wife tells me/your dog has vomited/
on the carpet AGAIN!
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a poem about things exploding/burning down/scattering for miles.
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I don’t want to debate polemics while I’m sweaty and naked. I just want my hair cut.
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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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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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Vera Wang I saw you on Oprah today girl. Oh no no no.
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"So, what do you do for fun around here? I mean, other than each other?" Carlo's smirk broke into full-fledged laughter; Yuri feigned shock. Iris leaned forward and breathed into Bronte's ear: "We misbehave."
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If I saw a little old man out there, a fellow with a hunched up back, I shouldn't be afraid.
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Come, bring your sadness
to the precipice of my body,
bury it within me like a tool
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King's splendid stronghold Pressing down the earth below Broken by the grass
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Where horses once were tethered grows their grass . . .
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THIS is what happened — the dead went into remission. Dated may 10 2010. Or it could have been some other day. They were going to be restored later. That's what we were being told. The dead were being given stones to mark their remission. They were getting…
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Coagulating sky, a turbulentheave of orange, blood red,hell's fire smeared —below, tar seas bulgeat the seams, engulfing ships.Pier-bound she streaksand wails as the seaswells and threatens to claim —, corpse head, baldeyes, her death robescling to…
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"and I turned to you, at some joke we shared,
and saw winter ease its hand,"
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The crowd- which consisted of exclusively men with beards and djembe drums and women with hairly legs poking out of corduroy patchwork skirts- cowered and crawled in fear around the angry man-bomb, mortally frightened yet encouraged to shimmy because the
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as distant lights
all must shiver
before joining in
a Milky Way river
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The pristine Hudson's/waters dance in the dark of/the East River's rinse.
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"Every single thing ... " Hunk Hokum pronounced from the stage, flexing his muscles and prancing around in his red pseudo-loincloth, "has been totally scripted ... and ... every action ... has been ... preplanned-out ... in advance!"
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"For several days thinking they had found a dead man’s boot beside the highway..."
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I met Barry Hannah once in my life. I’d come to Oxford, MS, to meet an entirely different writer whom I thought then and think now very highly of. I’d also come to escape from another slew of regrets. Oxford is a great city to run away to.
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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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if it were a child/ it would be in first grade this year
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44 miles out
the gauntlet of Red River pines
cast shadows pointing north.
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