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I just amuse myself by buying old guns and refurbishing them in my basement as I listen to old Bohemian polkas on cassettes.
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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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So I told her
think of it this way:
you’re my unlived life.
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If there was another way to describe emptiness, I'd word the endlessness of the sky, of the ocean at low tide.
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I can’t deny you’re beautiful, though it’s unsure how many of your defects are fudged by my myopia.
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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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He and she are fucking while I watch. She's moaning deep desire and he's pounding flesh into flesh. I'm fully clothed, eyes attune to their fornication, studying. He comes inside of her; their bodies stiffen and then wriggle against one another. …
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Everything is bound to change like / a damsel to the tracks.
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A poem not about fog written in fog with an erasable pen.
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I am exceeded / by a leaf
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Every day, I write myself further away
From the East
Where we began
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They think because you are a writer you are not much of a listener and so you begin to recognize all of the great opportunities to be much more of a listener and then you shut your trap and get sucked into the whorls of her big wet brown eyes with Italianate…
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Rogue sits bedside in Jello Biafra’s hospital room.
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"We gotta find a way to get high!" "Shh! My parents will hear you Tommy! Their bed is right above us." …
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A brick from the parapet splat down later as I was applying a bitter healing powder, made from the seeds of watermelons, to my raw tongue.
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We were talking in the dark in my room. He lay on a mattress on the floor. He came for a sleepover.
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The following is a true story, or rather it is a true experience from the story of my life. Some say that just because something happens doesn't really make it "true".
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Pale like a tracing of a memory
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Remembering his body makes me think of Egyptian cotton sheets dried in the sun. He smelled crisp and clean even after sweating hard. His hair fell in golden spirals down his cheeks, his back, over his forehead, and captured light just like the gilded halos on…
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And he was wearing a mask. Gorilla mask over his gorilla face.
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I may as well have been sleepwalking. Either way, I had no opportunity to admire the moonlight flooding into the long corridors, illuminating the stag heads and painted cheeks of long-dead ancestors.
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"Mama skipped the training bras and just gave me her old bras. I'll be 25 before I can wear her old bras..."
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You are a warm winter
Despite the presence of snow
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In the next week or two, the red oak/
will loose and lose its leaves
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I'm not dying. What is it called if you think you might have Hypochondria but you really don't? I'm worried that's what I have. Is it cold in here? Or is it me, dying?
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But behind the shops (and the many pubs), at the back of the narrow cottage fronts which line the wynds are secret courtyards, surprising gardens and more light than ever imagined.
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Another noise, softer than the first: swish, thud. You are still. The house is very loud tonight.
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There's something in the space youare tonight that's for me asweet presence in my own life,and so like any othercoward I write a poemin vain. It will never beseen as itself by you, butpossibly be mistakenfor an open window. Somewill definitely call itfurniture, some will…
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The eyelid of the sink blinks silence. The clocks choke on smoke.
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