1658 4 3
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. . . the empiricism of the mechanical had wound tight into her, lessons her few calendars could never impart without aid from sundials, hourglasses, clocks.
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16582314
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Life, like a kite string, is slipping out of
your hands
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1658157
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I fondly remember those warm, weekend evenings at twilight on the beach. After the frolic of the waves flattened, sending the surfers home and, after the last bait was spent, sending the surfcasters away, I'd set up the little, foldable, 3‘x4', rectangular stage I always…
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165853
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165840
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165830
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Blend the dog a drink and sit down beside him and draw straws for regrets.
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165832
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...Heroin. It helped them get through the tricks and sucked up their flesh.
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165741
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Pinnacles
State Park
lying on our backs
stoned on hash
around a campfire
looking up at the
clear see-through
blue green stars
to the other side
of the universe
I know now
you are out there
I float up to
within 2
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165787
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there’s more to life than poontang
but not when you’re sixteen and
your hands are full of heavy breasts
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165785
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Snipers wear camouflage clothing to avoid being seen. It wouldn’t do for a sniper to be seen because then the sniper might become the snipee.
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165764
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It was entirely my fault, misreading signals. I have a clumsy imagination, mistook your gushing about my boobs as a soul connection. Then you said something about us being lovers in a past life, and I remembered Bobby Bubion from high school, his strategy for…
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165764
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My mother moved her things out of my parents’ bedroom into the attic guest room. When I asked where guests would sleep, my father said, “Matthew, don’t be an asshole.”
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1657158
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i hear the boom boom boom
in the room room room
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165795
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I fear my personal information travels the World Wide Web/
and mad Ukrainians will steal my name and wealth./
I fear the fiscal cliff and raising the ceiling on national debt./
I fear a death by taxes.
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165798
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On my twenty-second birthday, in the spring of 1979, I had a crawfish boil, my first. Ninety pounds of red mudbugs on a picnic table spread with newspaper, my birthday cake sitting at the end of the table like an afterthought.I hadn't…
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165721
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It is like truth on the battle field. Muted
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165730
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my molars are dancing, tekka-tekking to the strung-out paint can groove of my heart.
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1657158
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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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165777
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They say that inside the veins of every Bohemian
lies an entire army of dead alcoholics.
I suppose this is true of me too.
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165731
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Your favorite nickname
existed only in the bright red
cherry smoldering
at the end of your smoke.
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165640
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blueberry tea and vodka on a Friday night
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165630
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I see ghosts. They accost me in their sleep. Hundreds of them. When I wake up (after a long night of half-waking), I think, What wold ghosts want with me? I have nothing for them. But at night they're there again, watching, tapping my shoulder as I lay awake. Sometime…
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165632
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"Why, before the summer has passed
You won’t remember her name. . ."
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165698
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"Sara, do you taketh it with your eyes?"
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165686
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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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1656145
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Anson Chi/
tried to kill my wife
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16561814
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The phone rings. The oven beeps./
The locomotive whistles and howls.
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165696
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I guess at the end you’re only
looking forward. Or upward actually,
since you can only lie there on your back
looking upward, straight ahead toward infinity,
your mouth in a grimace, with the ghostly
pink lips peeled back from the teeth.
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16561411
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chains across all the old doors
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