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The one thing I believe in is collapse./
Abandoned buildings collapse. Civilizations//
collapse. Financial bubbles collapse./
Stars and galaxies collapse. Falling//
is something that comes quite naturally/
to puffed up things.
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Even if you're doing it together, there's no unity when everyone's dancing to their own tune.
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The Plaza had a chess-board floor, green wood booths, and the lights stayed up. I might be combining a memory of Fitzie's in Binghamton. The Plaza felt like a preppy soda fountain with beer.
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1. How can one begrudge the cracking open of a heart?When the lava love fire loaded insanity of self-control disappearsAnd the raw spewing beginsYou better be ready for the truthIt ain't gonna be prettyYou'll wish you were deadYou won't recognize where you areYou'll be…
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If I floated about this coffee cafe,Like a spirit, just watching.In this room of framed fake memories,A room of ambient light, marketing to the masses,(It works; it gets 'em in the doors.)If I floated, I'd seeThese people sitting—eating, drinking, sipping, typing,…
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Mayumi and Emi were in the spring’s together, center of the pool at shoulder depth. Emi stood in the center, letting its warm and clean air clear out her thoughts.
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Her eyeballs are made of fur, like plush little bumblebees at home in her sockets.
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The body is an endless safari
filled with rhino sightings
and encounters with antelope.
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You can tell
Noah hates
his job
and stares off
into space
not thinking of
birds
or land anymore
or the stars
just that wide
wide water
that won’t go
away
and why in the vast
flooded
damned
world
he was the one
w
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"I tell you about ten other men
who want to love me and two I could kiss
in the smoking room of a jazz club,
you wonder if I’d love anyone."
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Is any person is worthy of the kind of ache?
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The question isn't whether we will survive-/
like rats, we are supremely adaptive-//
but whether we should survive.
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Polite society will cheer/
as another body is discovered//
and disposed of. The cheers/
will drown out the gasps
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I could hide away in this tower
But I am Rapunzel
And I will let down my hair
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These little things, they are the hopes We were waiting for, they are everywhere. I made this one just for you. Call them feathers. Call them roses. You'll always See them if you need them. These Little things carry the good news…
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some days you wake up/ to feel horror/ wrapped beneath your blanket./
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The window washer started saving pigeons whose feet were wrapped in fine black thread, the result, he informed me, of picking through trash bins. They are very intelligent, he went on to explain. (Right, trash bins, I thought to myself.) People tend to av
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No one has touched me for a long, long time and I believe that is why I am dying. This is a notion that is new to me but it has persisted over the last few weeks and I believe I finally have apprehended the truth. There was a time, I remember all too well, when I might…
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Starry, Starry Night
we slept, talked and did the nasty
where I, in innocence once
built a raft of driftwood
to take me twenty miles across
to the shore from which we ferried
escaping my Father’s demise
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My grandmother is magnificently breasted in her floor-length nightgown.
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The combined smells of ocean breeze, grilled cheese sandwiches, incense and sweat and burning herb that wafted over from Shakedown, along with windblown notes from tinny car speakers all rolled into a potent sensory cocktail he hadn’t tasted in far too l
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"Oh — what is this 'work' thing the philosophers speak of" sort of thing.
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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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Study decay, says the Queen of the Underground.
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She hasn't called me in days. Before calling her, I search my memory for something romantic to say. Shakespeare's Sonnet 73 says exactly what I'm thinking. But she doesn't need to hear it. She already knows, as all human efforts come to an end, my core energies are tapering…
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