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I wanna make
banana peel poems--
slippery little booby traps
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1675108
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hookers are better educated these days
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167565
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We now live in post-Postmodern Absurdist fear of course, says our smiling Prof. That’s the price we pay he tells us. . . .
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167500
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Part of me feels like a wounded animal surrounded by hungry cougars. Another part of me feels like being mauled by a cougar might not be that bad. A third part of me wishes he could punch the second part of me in the face.
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167575
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One day it was boring / to be alive.
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16742413
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I would fly drones with hydrochloric acid sprays/
over their squadrons and watch the disfigurement/
begin. I love disfigurement...
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167421
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The supervisor, sensing the fear in me, pats my hand and says "Never you mind! This is normal in the tomato. Every few days we rile up, make sauce, and regrow again. Have you ever been in spaghetti sauce before?"
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167421
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The next week, she sends a small white box in the mail / with tissue paper, a ceramic mold the color of bleached bone—
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167430
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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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167422
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It is a hot August night — the same kind you remember from that summer after high school graduation. A cool breeze blows in off the ocean, sweeping across the boardwalk just hard enough to dry the …
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167463
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My poems have appeared in four different publications; three have died shortly after they ran my stuff. Coincidence, or something more sinister?
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1674106
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People Who Go to Poems for Truth
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167486
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Mrs. L. was sitting on a love seat in her nightgown. She was sitting in a man’s lap....
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167420
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On Martini Business Nights the rules of decorum were written by Esquire or Playboy.The red bar-side book divulges the secrets brewed with ice, libation and a sleek chrome shaker, because its all about the accoutrement, and technique. Mr Boston said that, NOT James Bond. If…
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16742714
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Its intelligence won’t be/
diminished when you take/
a bone saw to its cranium
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1674107
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We are young
That’s all we’ve got
We take drugs
We smoke pot
You got mugged
And I got shot
We are young
That’s all we’ve got
I want you to love me like it’s midnight
Midnight, midnight
Yeah, your mama wants you home
But she knows
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167498
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we name invasive species,
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16741817
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They meant no harm when they flooded farms in its swirls and eddies
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167444
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* Dedicated to Bernie MaddoffThere was a long line at the men's room.You know,when men reach a certain age,there is an urgencyto their frequent trips.So I saw an opportunityI said:" I know Bernie I can get you in.""Really?," they saidbut I played it coy"It ain't easyBernie…
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167477
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A new philosophy stirs in its surgery.
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167443
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The Rapture comes and goes unannounced in carbonated soda bubbles spicing the air.
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16731710
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Another new spring and the leaves
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167333
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They look like giant golden raindrops, or flying saucers, or peculiar fish out of their element
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167374
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we're not at war / with the world. We have papers.
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167352
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“I would like to keep my head, at least for a few more nights. Didn't you say we were gonna have sex one of these days? Isn't that in the manual?”
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167352
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jaws blossoming with drool,/ a captured wolf slinks low/ across the crowded land/ for that most tender lamb/ to catch it by surprise.
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167363
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rockstar, moviestar, literary supernova – burning out before all the planets are declassified.
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167321
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167376
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I keep attempting to start a correspondence with people / but they end up not being interested in me, / either that or I scare them away / because I usually begin with: / “Well, my favorite philosopher is Hegel..."
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"Dennis," she started "exactly what the fuck are you looking at?"
"Your tits" I replied.
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