1528 10 6
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The dictator, what'sisface, was crazy nuts.
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Regret takes the shape of little clouds ...
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I leapt up to retaliate when the clang of a distant door quieted my retesance. Shit, why am I so popular? I guess it was my turn to be thrown around like the guy in the Hotdog suit on the corner... Don't shoot the "Hotdog" guy... Please, please don't
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152840
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We all stared, somewhat shocked and mostly disgusted.
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15271011
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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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152722
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The light of day is screaming,
shook by the calls of howler monkeys,
their low roar hanging in the salt,
in the black sand riding the wind,
as Playa Negra outstretches its infinite arms.
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152795
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I recalled the one night stand I'd had with the girl one balmy summer night in Minneapolis. We lay on my bed in the moonlight, and I touched the nipples of her tiny breasts with the thumb and pinkie of one hand.
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1527105
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an engine stalls out
in the parking lot
the driver
tears her skirt
coming through the door
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152766
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It’s Independence Day. But I’m not feeling independent.
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152700
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Mother’s eyes stared outward in a trance, on her throne, visualizing the world Azure made. Though it was right before her, she could not reach it.
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152794
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When we are given eternity, as a night is eternal
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152722
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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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152710
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The parrots woke Eddie up. That and Rocker snoring in the twin bed. A thousand parrots flying over the motel? They squawked, God how they…
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152797
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Jeanne and I were married for eight years. I never knew her.
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152733
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Who hasn’t at some point of the day wanted to dredge up everything in your pocket just to see what it is.
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1527108
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The first night I met her we slow danced to George Strait songs for most of the evening and when we took a break, our talking went warm and well as we sat eating hot dogs and sipping beers until she dropped a couple of bombs, first, telling me she was married and then, that…
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152786
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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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152700
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It was unusual, a feeling of déjà vu waft in the air. However, this was completely new to them. Mayumi gripped her shoulders as Emi’s lips moved trying to ease her fear. Mayumi did not understand what this stuff was.
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152721
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This is how she does it:
Forward………… ...Reverse..........…….....Forward..........……...Reverse
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1527119
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The Poisoning I used to call my dad Serpico. Thirty years on the police force, and though a respected officer, he never fit in. He never had beers with the guys at the end of a shift or engaged in the more lewd locker room talk. None of the other cops were privy to which…
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152655
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I opened the closet door and there stood Eugène Ionesco lost among our clothes.
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1526126
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Have you heard this yet? The daughter flew home to care for the mother, whose pump is still tick ticking—though now with aid—which means she leaves the kitchen when the microwave clicks on.
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152640
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Then it started extruding tendrils and tying them all into intricate knots.
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152620
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I can't believe it's Frankie, but there he is at a table on the far side, just in front of the big picture window. I hold the menu close to my face and peek again over the top, watching as he reaches under the white linen tablecloth to plant…
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152600
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mis-placed
the change
she goes looking for.
her folks
missed another hour...
her worth-while spent wasting
the voice wouldn’t leave the leaves alone.
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152655
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There’s someone in the audience who is immolating himself
Cutting his own leg over and over with a pen knife
And groaning: “Oh God, oh God”
And all I can think from up at the podium is
This guy must absolutely hate these poems
I am reading
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152622
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“I’m pregnant,” he says...
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—Now that’s a hell-of-a-painting, Frank, he said. Those colors are engaged in warfare. How the hell did you do that?
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