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This morning I found
A big black crow
Working over a flattened
Squirrel in the middle
Of the road
First day of winter
Longest night
Shortest day
No problem
The rest of the year
Should be a breeze
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I've got an appointment to see my shrink next Wednesday. She's pretty sharp. Not bad looking, either.
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I know who done it. Them goddamn taters. I walked around the yard and started picking up pieces of the camaro, wondering if, from above, they’d laid the parts out into some kinda cult symbols or something.
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Remember the equatorial heat, the flies,/
the lurking hum and scream of jungle,/
the squalor? Remember the functionary.
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In the darkness, as I awaken, an orange glowing 3:45 greets me . . .
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151661
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Once was when we were in Vegas on layover from L.A., I told her I thought we should go to the Elvis Chapel and get remarried.
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151653
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At times we rarely desire to be where we are at home quite as much as we desire to be where we are no longer.
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there's looks between the covers and shotguns in the drawer
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151664
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Saturday afternoons: tartan blanket spread on the pebble beach, transistor radio hissing static, fish paste sandwiches and seagulls. Why fish paste, Mum? She didn't dare ask.
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1516138
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Treasure that first love. And that first heartbreak. Don’t let it be the last thing.
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It's come down to this: you're a grown man afraid to face his own son. For the past few years there has been tension;…
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The alphabets will disappear.
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151553
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The bar was dark and a little dirty, and that suited Splinker's mood just fine.
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Light youth
that
barely touches the
ground
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There is no life here, only a bleak slab of frozen desert and a sorrowful wind that calls for me to venture out.
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Everything seems still, but it's not.
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You're on the good side of thirty, probably with a little girl or boy of your own sleeping at home, and here you are dragnetting at three in the morning. We're all broken, and the scars we trade are all that remains of our fragile, once complex lives.
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We deny one another, here,/
as long as it’s plausible.
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151511
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"So, how did you know my name?"
"I read memories." i said
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The drop is like a hangman's drop, an executioner's, but farther and longer, perhaps three or four seconds.
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Now, this boy removed his socks in front of me, on the chair beside my desk where I read my books, and said: “My toenails aren’t shaped properly.”
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He injected her with a sedative to keep her still. He projected himself into her narcotic dream, a small bar with tango playing from a jukebox. They were dancing.
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Listening is loving.
What is more erotic than
these fathoms, skeins, words,
roping tight the ardent ear.
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Ego bereft of consistency Betrays a heart hungering to toll. Unable to trust its will Or harbor imaginary gods, It gains a hold melding into a role whose proven viability Can give convincing cover To buy time to fabricate An identity that feels unique, Yet…
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Look around you, see what you have built.
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I feel so glamorous when I talk to Andy on the phone
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They followed the crow up a hill, where lights were at its brightest below. The teens stood frozen in time.
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