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Desire stirred into the liquid reveals
Cold ice smoking colder,
As you pipet these channels of my heart.
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It was more than just taste/
more than a point of view/
and oil and pigment/
that painted a store front church/
a box with a cross in a vacant lot/
that welcomed desperation, faith/
and imagination.
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...clash of gulls
wend upwards, disappearing into grey
night's high tide recedes
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I wrote her a poem.She said, “I hate poetry.” I said, “OK, just read the words then."
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Poetry is conceit; emotional, intellectual or technical.
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If we go back in time
We are living in tents
If we go back in time
We are living in caves
We are fighting over rivers
We are fighting over fields
Near the soft edges of slime
If we go back in time
Nothing would have us
And we had t
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My Thursday head belonged to a former Miss Brazil named Rita.
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Regret takes the shape of little clouds ...
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Reprisal The bomb blew away hubris, shocked the arrogant bastards into humiliated silence. None of them had experienced hunger and they'd misjudged its effect. In the lobby of the palace, dirt, plaster, glass shifted, rumbled,…
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We all stared, somewhat shocked and mostly disgusted.
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Carl’s peculiarity of toilet paper rolls is not covered under the Americans with Disabilities Act – he’s looked it up.
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"That zit on your forehead just won't go away, will it, sweetie?" she adds as she brushes her daughter's bangs downward.
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I fall in love with a second cousin at the picnic. I make sure I sit next to her.
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Esmée sat alone at a table on the terrace at Marina Jack’s in Sarasota. She had been there ten minutes and no waitress had approached her.
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Style Shifts “Oh, yes, my cousin. We were rude boys until the armed gangs started to gather. Used to be we could pass a night driving, playing our songs, acting tough. Yeah. We'd mouth off, flash some teeth, spark some anger when we felt like it. We…
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When we are given eternity, as a night is eternal
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The shit just doesn't want to come off.
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Suddenly I'm not feeling it anymore. /
Poetry has become insufficient. /
I can't do it like I used to.
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On the street / The protesters stand / Yelling words empty as wind
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So I've got this head in a jar and I'm not sure who it belongs to.
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The shirts hanging by the back veranda serve as our memorial to them.
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I am useless. A freak. Different. They all hate me now. All except you, of course. You will never leave me. Never. I'd kill them all if I could. Every single one. But twenty-four, that's a lot even for me. I'm so sick of the cliques; the special groups and hastily strung…
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No girl hits hard enough.
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You need only one who notices.
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He thought she should have come with an owner’s manual
So he would know how to operate the equipment
It was definitely more than he bargained for
Or knew how to handle
She was too hot
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... the CBO issued a concise and brilliant report demonstrating that the most cost-effective and permanent solution to the multiple problems presented by persistent poverty in the United States was the elimination of all those with prorated household or i
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I want to be adored for something and chose poetry to be that something adored for. But Annie doesn’t see why anyone would ever choose anything over love.
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Every day, a fresh new/
strain of Hell reveals itself
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This is how she does it:
Forward………… ...Reverse..........…….....Forward..........……...Reverse
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