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I am reintroducing myself.
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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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saw the world was a mess
I did nothing about it, poured myself some apple juice
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Each little token is the world/
as you knew it at each time and place
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I want you closeI want to feel youinside me,softening me untilmy borders are blurredand I'm hardly breathing,my heart swellingso big itbrings me to my knees,I want to know thepain of losing youeach time youclose your eyes andgo to sleep anddream of someone else,I want to…
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Let us be stranded in the Andes and have to eat human flesh or at least toothpaste to survive! Let there be an earthquake! Let there be a flood! Let there be a tornado, a new ice age, an invasion from Mars. Only: let me survive.
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The virtuoso tortures a violin/
in homage to Paganini.
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But I had learned from ingesting Roberto’s glitter-eyed fear, it could make you never close enough, and then, never far enough away. And both at the same time.
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I held her hand through two divorces, I warned her that gorgeous Geoffrey was homosexual when she was oblivious, and I fed her children when she was off at rehab (four times before it 'took').
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150052
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Send me a secret story in a song just for me
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...the fatal bleeding-out of the love receptors. They call it “Juliet's Tears.”
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150063
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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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Little tech puppies, well compensated for code/
that outsourced laborers will realize in supercheap,/
superchipped gewgaws, sip artisan beers
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It was a pleasant time, my thoughts were mostly good ones, with little effort wasted on regret.
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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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Vibrations of a cavern a mile beneath silver willows.At two in the morning beyond the Sheratona lumination of pollution intercedes realism.Cardinals and doves develop their melodyprogressively caught in beat/heart echoes,as with spelunker canaries fluting noxious gasa small…
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...you should pick a VERY OLD millionaire. Very old, and NOT VERY WELL...
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“I'm thinking about math class,” she said. “The solution to three factorial.”
“Easy,” Leo said.
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A tanka/haiku poem about grandma getting run over by a reindeer.
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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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Maybe you, citizen, should be a jerk. Jerks get where they are going. You, citizen, what about you? Handy, dandy, where’s the jerk? Conformists. Sheep. All of you, all of us, boiling out our radiators. Spending our day, our days, our lives in coope
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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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Remember when I entered a room and turned heads
is my youthful charm a sputtering fire in the hearth
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An yet we are all inmates...
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When we talked about the lasagna, we were, I see now, talking about different things. I.e., I was talking about lasagna, and you were talking about almost everything but. You weren't talking about the dry, burnt noodles or…
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What's that snitch doin' here?
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