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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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Row,
Caps of white,
A salted escape
beneath reflected light.
Brother, remember those old lies?
I’m off to sea to make those things right,
now.
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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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Tell me everything about yourself, if I could care, I can pretend, let me pretend.
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ABSOLUTELY DO NOT TAKE PICTURES OF ROBOTS!
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The building ejects my condominium like an enormous videocassette.
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We’re more into the punishment that works its way in through the skin and coats the heart anonymously.
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I imagine you in the States,
pushing stacks of work papers and our memories
to the side, sense your enjoyment that
you won’t see the worry of your
behavior reflected in my eyes again.
That you can buy and bang and be
whomever you want,
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No twinkle- so, planet, not star./
And bright, so either Venus/
or Jupiter. I’m guessing, Jupiter.
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1556158
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She is too stylish to be crazy, is what the migrant probably thinks. And he's right.
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Mark Reep is a faded Polaroid oracle taped to the only unbroken window of an abandoned house in Ithaca NY.
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We will collapse in a storm of images
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Tender bodies sizzle on the grill.
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Outside it’s still raining. We’ve gone through three cans of Guinness each. I’m waiting for drunkenness to germinate so that I can take him home and fondle what I imagine will be a very slim dick. A Slim Jim. When I chuckle to myself, he thinks I’m still
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One can watch the grass green/
in response. One can watch the world green/
in response.
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My Aunt's husband liked to dress up like a clown
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...She smells like Mentholadium all the time which is one of them old lady smells. When I get up there, she says, “I’ll scrub the bee jesus out of you little girl,” and by God, I have a purty good bath that day.
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Instead, I get things like,
“Why can’t you find a nice man with cancer or a bum leg?”
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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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I don't believe in symbols
but there's a hole
in my living room window
in the shape of a bird
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TV and power cord valorized in dust,/
wires and digital guts unimpaired, I’d guess . . .
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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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addict for validation and cat tongues
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He would not take Prozac and talked Jesus to her as if from a bucket.
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Velvet answered the door in a red leather dress that was made with just about enough material to make a wallet, and looking like a long limbed drink of water calling out to a thirsty man.
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A university student who triggers a flash mob in the heart of Silicon Valley to prove her hacking creds finds herself in deep trouble when the colorful members of Anonymous Hackers prove their hacking creds to her.
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Of all the authors in the library, it was a wife from Maryland who called out from her marriage dormer I was not to read her.
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True facts about Redbeard the communist pirate.
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I could smell a bold combination of cheap perfume, stale smoke, and sex excreting from her weathered pores. The bus engine hummed as we climbed a winding road. She scratched her neck and tried to finger comb through her knotted hair. I caught a glimpse of
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