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the two become one where/
all things end,
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13311816
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Gossip Betty Martini divorces husbands when they least expect it. On a seeming whim, she pays a visit to dear Arnold, who keeps her papers handy in his top desk drawer. She initials here and there, signs with a…
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133144
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The bartender kept looking at himself in the mirror behind the bar. “Everyone in Hollywood is an actor,” Doc said.
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133155
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While watching the ever-present crowds
passing by on my insides, I noticed,
by accident, a man smiling
who might have been me, not sure.
Maybe I’m eating soap
for the first time, because I am
either frothing or foaming
at the mouth.
An
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This time the bag's bigger/than the boy and the door.
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133176
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in a willow garden lush shade/drapes dark the young woman's small house/with the lone window, the white door . . .
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133120
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Rothko and Stella loved the beach. To Jalapeno it was just one big litter box and for her it held no great appeal. She sprawled sunbathing on the dashboard lifting a lid occasionally to watch Lauren riding a wave. The dogs delirious with freedom romped and chased tight…
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1331115
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Among the raindrops/
occasional plopping snowflakes.
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1331129
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Who owns the moon? What title search/
could ever make a claim?
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133154
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A poem not about fog written in fog with an erasable pen.
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133054
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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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133085
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"the dark velvet slide of the tongue."
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1330148
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Even music relies on what/
you know as music/
for its power to enthrall.
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133010
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Marcy was not herself today, her mother said when the school called. She was under the weather and she could not play with the other children. Marcy's mother began to suspect that her daughter was not herself very early on that day. Walking up the stairs Dolores…
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133011
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The dance draws deeper
whirling witches weaving rhymes
The fire spits fierce in the falling rain
soon the spell will spill from secret times
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133095
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Then I found myself in the water.
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133011
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"Soviet Mandelstam rose like Christ from the Nightmare,
Rises from the gulag, sunrise on the page."
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133086
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At some point we all reach the end point/
of something. Something important/
if only to our fragile self esteem.
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1330168
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Fear the air and fear the fire./
Fear the land and fear the water./
Creation is out to get you, speck,
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133042
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The first and easiest reason was that he never hit me. Well, if he never hit me, then how could it possibly be abuse? Never mind the threats to stab me in the neck. He was only angry. He really didn't mean that. Never mind he restrained me, or cornered me
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133032
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Being an uncredited bonus composition, written in the sublimest access of divine afflatus this poet believes his lyric verse has ever known. “In olden times, dark was not counted fair”: Those were the words, I think, of some old poet. …
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133000
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“Okay,” I say, “but my point is the only way you’d ever know if someone really loved you is if they put their life on the line when it counts. Otherwise you gotta take their word for it.”
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133043
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The plane passes the runway, dips sharply, its shadow straight down below, too cold in the cabin, the sun hitting your arm like a machete below, it is 94, the humidity too, it has just rained for 3 days, it never rains this time of year......
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1330108
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My first love was a woman of principle. Never deny your man was her motto.
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133064
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It was 6 a.m. when the phone next to the bed awakened Francesco.
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133087
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Downtown Milwaukee My feet are exposed, never been out in public even out here— …
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1330146
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133000
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Nurse Smithers straightened Dr. Baumgartner’s feathered head dress. it had slipped down below the caduceus so carefully painted on his forehead by the medical ritual staff.
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1329115
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There are no inspirations./
There are only the things I like/
and the much more numerous//
things I do not like.
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132922
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You have such a complicated mind /
for refusing to believe in God /
just like any damned liberal /
whose fingerprints /
crowd the faces of a thousand /
dollar bills /
being passed around your great nation...
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