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People Who Go to Poems for Truth
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If you work with the public, you're stressed. Unreasonable customers. Demanding bosses. Reduced staffing. I love my job, but the workload is tough and getting tougher. What can we do to keep our spirits up?Play Customer Appreciation! It's simple. Assign a point value…
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A customary phone call from home. What are you doing she says? Playing football I retort – what else. The usual sigh and a faint giggle followed. Much unlike how it backfired back in the late 20’s and we were going to make it the reason to break up! The p
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Beautiful boy! I am doomed / to have attended your presence; / time consumes us, but you / have changed so little...
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“Life is on life’s terms,” she told me once. Her arm, wrapped in clear cellophane, was freshly adorned with a green-pigmented sand-dollar: a living shell.
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The phone rings. The oven beeps./
The locomotive whistles and howls.
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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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A story about convincing people to do things they don't want to do, written entirely in dialogue; originally published by CHEAP POP.
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will we begin again?We are a wheelFirst touchfirst kissfirst heatThey fade, disappear, come back again.Spokes in our wheel.When again shall we begin again?I hold you and feel myself spincaught in the whirlwind of thrill -the world, saturated with your scent.We hold each…
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They were just boys, the Nazis I mean, young in their twenties, not much older than my brother Cyril.
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If I seemed disappointed after our conversation,
then, for the record, that was never the case.
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Not only half-full/
but stress-fractured
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The universe will fuck you over in the end./
That’s what it does, what it’s good at—
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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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The building ejects my condominium like an enormous videocassette.
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because you pay/
for it to matter to me.
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my molars are dancing, tekka-tekking to the strung-out paint can groove of my heart.
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Nothing is ever hoarded in our house, everything is eaten.
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That contraption he’d invited her to pedal, somebody oughta market one of those. The closer you got the harder it got, and her feet kept slipping off the pedals. It was maddening.
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The catchy tune and cloying lyrics/
nonetheless etch their patterns
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She said “I have to go”, he answered with his eyes “Don't” and they stepped closer to each other in the kitchen, a step on the tiled floor, the remnants of their tea cold on the counter top.
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We discussed the epic poems/
and agreed to write a new one.
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The man and the woman looked at each other almost shyly. The man flicked his eyes away self-consciously and looked outside, seeing the clouds in the distance, the smaller buildings…
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Tender bodies sizzle on the grill.
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The man's dog slipped away one night. He left soon after.
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it's the constant reminders of something that was never a constant remind her but i suppose there is no ticking clock on that which is wondrous and it was right right it's hard to come up with cleverly phrased universal truths and it's hard to make…
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You left for the glittery wild of West Hollywood. I guess L.A.'s off-limits now. My heart goes fucking tachy when I drive over Kellogg Hill past Forest Lawn and see the skyline glowing through the rainbow haze of sunset. You're out there, out in the…
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To tell the truth, I can’t complain. Look, lots of people have it tough. I don’t have it tough...
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