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My wife storms into the kitchen with a pink mako shark slung over her shoulder, barking "Dinner!" towards me as I sit on the counter swishing my middle finger through a bowl of sand.
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Last night Jim taught me how to catch forks. Meaning, he taught me how to throw them. But he called it catching forks. It was late, and we were low down 3rd street, south of the Bay Bridge, the baseball stadium, all the people and cars, on top of a warehouse. There were a…
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My life was growing on me like a soft Scottish moss
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Nothing changes; the moon arcs its mindful lemon eye. . .
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When he leans back from the telescope through which he had been looking, he sports a derby and a Hercule Poirot moustache.
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Dreams / of being a millionaire are replaced by dreams / of being a billionaire
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If this is trouble, please call someone else.
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You beckon me with an aperitif.
The Kir Royal tingles, its bubbles tickling my nose.
Its subtle black courant pulls me into your smile.
I drink from your lips the champagne-tingle of your kiss.
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What did it mean? What would a psychologist say? Oh, who cares. In my opinion, we ask why, what, when, where, and how too often.
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Lise started making up words when she lost her voice.
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“There’s no real freedom in this world. But a car and the open road is close enough for government work.”
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"Dennis," she started "exactly what the fuck are you looking at?"
"Your tits" I replied.
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we name invasive species,
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His eyes were marbles floating over a void.
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The fly comes in against my will/
and hers. She would prefer/
the wider world with its piles of shit
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"You'll be alright! Just pinch your nose!"
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Today clouds were dancing on the moon
Moon had a fit but drew in a breath
And let out a sigh
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A baseball bat a large pipe a hammer and axe
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The dowdy woman in fart nailed the vim.
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What follows is an interview George Bush gave to Barbara Walters in 2006. He came off like something out of a swamp. Dick Cheney made them deep-six the tapes and we never saw it on prime time. I got the transcript, however,…
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My father bouncing his leg to slow rock music with me on one knee, telling me I should keep a special place in my heart for my teeth, to remember where I lose them, on the playground like he did when he was my age, fighting a friend named Bobby-Joe. Or else I could lose…
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Too many sparrows flit and twitter here./
Let’s go inside. The sky is far too big/
and the sun bears down on us like searchlights.
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Big Girl always stops on Talbert Hill.
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After nine months, I was granted early parole...
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He had a simple dream: He wanted to become a star, and not one of those tv stars because those die, those die all the time, and before dying they usually become terrible shadows of their former selves, vile creatures who exploit their own former glory...
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I didn't feel when you cut out my spine I'd been throwing up all night couldn't even smell the rust …
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Years later he surveys this place again to post something, anything. He plays "sex on fire," sounds that once fueled him. Now he knows the song is about VD, not unbridled potency. Names and words all seem at once familiar and numbing and noise. He once wanted fame or…
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Yes, he'll be quiet. Very quiet. He rocks himself, the ark, suddenly imagining water underneath him, over head, all around. Water, water, water—
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