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Poetry is conceit; emotional, intellectual or technical.
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A white room is empty but for you, a card table and a chair.
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Shirley stubbed her cigarillo out on a dead chunk of honeycomb.
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I looked down at Earth and imagined this porn star who’d asked for my help.
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I am exceeded / by a leaf
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[This story definitely WON'T be appearing in this month's "Alfred Hitchock's Mystery Magazine"!]
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These philosophic notions floated in my head for years and eventually helped inspire my pursuit of basic information in contemporary physics, astrophysics, astronomy, and cosmology when I was not reading or writing fiction or verse.
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The commodore drives a 67 Caddy rag top
All fin and boatish power
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When we are given eternity, as a night is eternal
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I wonder if regular nonfashion clothes are out forever, if these kids will ever dress normally like, you know, Phil Donahue, again.
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Welcome the one and the all of you, welcome all you scraggly long haired weeds, welcome the no longer rolling stones of the new you, welcome you most beautiful little wonderfully…
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When flash and bang merge you are, according to the manual, in deep do-do.
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In his heyday, Burt Reynolds owned $100,000 worth of custom-made toupees.
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Five evangelists in bathing suits
baptize a man
while green chilies
roast on a Ferris wheel rotisserie
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In an authentic Irish pub in Las Vegas where over much crowd noise the three of us are discussing Yeats, Joyce and Lady Gregory. We’re in an Irish pub after all, plus the fact we’re literature profs attending a Vegas academic conference.
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‘A whole damn plane is missing and the only damn clue we have is a 9mm bullet,’ Picasso said to Victor Bravo whom he calls Torv. He’s his partner at the Picasso Investigation Agency.
They questioned the guard assigned on the night of the plane
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Though his heart aches
his melody seems to flow
It creeps into the dreams
of all in slumber in the valley below
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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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He didn’t even have the energy to tell me to tie her up when he got home.
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I am fair game that will be hunted and eaten, cutting its edge with Satan's tears from six eyes.
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my second language / to silence / plainsong of / the breast
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A rope is cleaner,
he explains with a straight face.
He's calmed by the visual.
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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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[CAUTION: READING THIS STORY COULD CAUSE IRREPARABLE "CULTURE SHOCK" AND IS NOT ADVISED FOR OLD FOLKS, PREGNANT WOMEN, OR THOSE WITH "MONSTROUS, FRAGILE EGOS"!]
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Sit down at night and stare into the fire. Consider if Cupid is just another liar.
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It's become sort of a habit now when Elsie's husband is away on business two or three times a month that we take the afternoon off and drive nine miles across the river to Marginalia, Arkansas and the Moonglow Motel with its red, neon vacancy sign and although to some, two…
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The little clapboard church sits stiffly in the sun. It's steeple marking time with it's shadow on the sidewalk. It is the last place most people would think to look for a vampire, but I am sure that one is in there. Contrary to popular opinion, there
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The shit just doesn't want to come off.
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