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I slide my CD toward Eric Burdon who sits, smiling and gracious and fatigued from Seattle traffic, at the table at Silver Platters, where I have just purchased ‘Til Your River Runs Dry, and stood in a line of old gray heads to have him sign it. I remove my hat and…
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1436115
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Blue skies greet us as we exit the forest . . .
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143600
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The purple sweater brought out the blue in her eyes. Fantastic eyes made of ice, she was a stunner, and she knew it. I met her at Slabtown
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143554
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I got no good hubcaps
My van is up on bricks
It's held together with duct tape
And a couple of crummy sticks
I caught the guy who did this
And tied him to a tree
I kicked him in the windpipe
And kicked him in the knee
I'm a man witho
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143521
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Anatoly Gringovitch sat in the police car returning him to the Opera House.
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143520
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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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143501
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She could see him doing these things but she could not hear him.
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143530
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Every town has one. Or one at the very least...
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143520
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Each evening the man allowed himself an hour of fresh air. He and Prickles would situate themselves on the tiny balcony overlooking the same street, a blanket bundled around them both for warmth. These were the times he liked to talk to Prickles the most
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143565
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I know someone in need of healing.
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143531
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My beloved lets me crawl into bed
and put my feet on him
since his skin is
warm and hot like a fire roaring from within
his soft flesh.
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143566
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I feel his hand on my face, feel it brush past my lips, and I taste my sister's blood.
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143555
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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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143551
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There was no provision for keeping the post on the door, but I did not have the fingernails to pry it off.
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143585
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In the diffuse light of early morning you wear a sweat suit maybe and stand in front of a model-kitchen counter in a model-home kitchen
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143553
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God’s hearing aid is missing
And apparently needs an enormous battery
But no one has the
heart to tell Him
because who wants to be
shouting at God?
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143500
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Mayumi noticed everything moving in real time. Everyone just stared and a woman approached her to see if she was okay. Once Mayumi felt the woman’s hand touch her shoulder, her skin crawled and she ran.
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143532
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I didn't feel when you cut out my spine I'd been throwing up all night couldn't even smell the rust …
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143522
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My Thursday head belonged to a former Miss Brazil named Rita.
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143521
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She continued to cooperate with a city council agenda dominated by globalized privatization
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143555
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She thinks this is the place she dreamed
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143556
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Sometimes I think living in a house with so many rooms /
you can get lost just making your way to the fridge /
should be enough. I chastise myself for wanting more.
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143532
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Boil (n.)––1. Pus-filled pustule inflammation of the skin, usually painful. 2. Slang boiled pus, bucket of (n. phrase)“Your asshole brain is a bucket of boiled pus.” (see also pus, SCOTTISH derogatory term for face.
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14341011
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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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143432
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Michiko stood in front of Steinway Hall on West 57th Street.
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14341711
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Neither of us thought of real winning. We set about brilliant losing, dark angel forms of luck and greed, the desire, the craving, the need to lose so strenuous that one wins; we tied at thirteen.
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143432
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As I gripped the wheel and stared at the expanse above my head, my compass spun wildly. Something wasn't quite right
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143442
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The rain is filling up my shoes,
I can’t see
through my glasses,
Rain all inside me.
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143420
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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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143432
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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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