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By the sixth - Dizz, Falstaff buzzed - Croons - The Wabash Cannonball
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I suppose it was inevitable, This crashing of souls, This recognition of possibility to create. If we were younger, We would make a baby, The ultimate act of faith. Now it has to be something else, Nothing to force a track with night feedings, …
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144131
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Sheep are very philosophical, I hear. Stop this hopeless dreaming.
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144086
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It was your present world that seemed more than mad to me. Your polished stiff brown shoes that always squeaked like mice, while the latest rude Bombers bubbled up in their comfortable Dart-board garages like apple pies…
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144074
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Not all ideas are bad, just mine.
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144031
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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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1440103
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’m sure they have their/
cleverest working on it, though.
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144055
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“If your work is good you will get published. Just keep at it."
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144055
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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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144051
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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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144021
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Vietnam, Tet, and beaucoup Charlie
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144032
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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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144030
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blackberry pie and huckleberry wine and litte Maria with her summerset bangs
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144020
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Now it's late. I am hanging upside down from a rope coiled around my crushed left ankle, the pain too sharp to be really felt, as the excess blood to my head makes my thoughts fuzzy. I am almost two meters from the rock face, thirty-five hundred meters above sea-level, the…
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144064
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I woke up to the humming
of an empty space in the shape of a sweatshirt,
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144011
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My mother gave her all to convince him to be a politician. My sister begged on bleeding knees for him to give her head. I just needed somebody to help me find things.
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1440117
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You are a warm winter
Despite the presence of snow
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1440115
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Blue skies greet us as we exit the forest . . .
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143962
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INSTRUCTIONS: To all students, please address your index card: "To the Finder of this Balloon." Beneath that, write something that will encourage the finder to email you back. Then tape the index card to your balloon's string.Happy Ballooning! To the Finder…
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143901
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Galloping people, tangled in ballets of hot love, weaving in and out, making a canvas of it.
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143955
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I opened the closet door and there stood Eugène Ionesco lost among our clothes.
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143965
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I know someone in need of healing.
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143933
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She calls me by my name. She says I am her daughter.
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143921
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At eight o' clock: as, drawn by many bells, The patchwork congregation lopes and stalks, To churches far from serenade of shells To storms, we leave behind the windblown walks, And sails of youth, to glide through liquid hells, A temporal…
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143962
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Speaking of stiff nipples, I heard you once wanted to become a painter, because of your fondness for nipples. Feeling like Gauguin and his little Polynesian women/girls, are we? So, you're going to try to out-paint God, are you, Mr. Sistine Chapel of the
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143964
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In a field of barley, I see you, ...
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143921
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Soon the world is on film that is burning.
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143955
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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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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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