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But tonight
while your finger
glides across
the glossy pages
of Popular Science
I hold a séance
for the Holy Spirit
in utter seriousness
among the book clutter
and crumpled manifestos
in the basement
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Always in a hurry/to spoil your/weekend
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I never took more than a few pills at a time, just enough for a treat on Friday night.
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There were guitar players, and as happens with talent sometimes, the guitar players were too talented. There could not be places for all of them in a single rock band.
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My eyes don’t close but hers are shut tight, and something inside tells me that to this girl, I could be absolutely anyone.
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We all tell them/even when our mothers
warned us only the Devil/tells stories
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Sit down at night and stare into the fire. Consider if Cupid is just another liar.
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We all thought, Birds! We all thought, Nests inside the chimney!
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I remember one time when we played strip poker in the basement of your house on Euclid Avenue, me, Terry, you and Andy. And I remember drinking lots of wine and fixing the deck so that you kept losing and having to take off all your clothes, and still you
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heart-shaped stones
love, devotion
no way
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I almost caught a poet today.
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"I am lying on my back and am confused."
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“Tell me a story,” he said, toying with his top hat, running his fingers along its brim.
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I have a ninety two percent rejection rate.
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(the hourglass has not gone digital, oh no,/but these days, silicon is in with the sand)
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Listen to chickadees. Join / LinkedIn.
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Won't speak a word against 'em. Car trunk stunk like bad chicken long after, but I won't speak a word against 'em.
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—Jesus, that bastard has everyone in his pocket.
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The nerves are birds that guide us to feeling the loop and lift of reverie.
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“Now,” my friend said. “Tell us about earthquakes. Can we expect one anytime soon?”
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I am exceeded / by a leaf
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No chance for Hallo, we sank into an unlit station doorway and he fumbled through my shorts.
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Translation’s not required—music/
sings itself complete and comprehensible
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The washing machine at home was broken. It was an old leaky Maytag. A discouraging mess—twisted panties, sky-blue jeans, and an old lover or two or three floating downstream (the reverse of spawning salmon). Each man was slightly drowned,…
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The brain taints everything it brings to us/
with its limited apparatus, its precepts,//
all the things it thinks it knows.
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The convalescent home's common areas are surprisingly well-appointed, given the neighborhood, which makes his actual living quarters that much more dismaying. Poorly lit, dusty, stifling, the room reeks of socks worn for weeks on end. My nostrils burn, and my eyes…
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When the dark shadows of his limp eyes told us life was slowly seeping away, stolen by his stroke, his wife signed the “DO NOT RESUSCITATE” order and, tearfully leaving the room, she turns, asking a final question, “Think a needy family could use his…
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