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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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fanned lashes on rouged cheek
a glamorous sea creature
in violet perfume
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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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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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Everything is bound to change like / a damsel to the tracks.
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I woke up to the humming
of an empty space in the shape of a sweatshirt,
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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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I fall in love with a second cousin at the picnic. I make sure I sit next to her.
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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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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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I opened the closet door and there stood Eugène Ionesco lost among our clothes.
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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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I know someone in need of healing.
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The young man pulls out his wallet, grabs a couple of bills and stops short of handing them to the bedraggled man. “So how do I know you’re not going to go out and buy some crack with this money?”
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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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I want to tell you how the odor of the flowers/felt her funeral day
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I offer you a peanut butter sandwich full of unconditional love
and you say I'm being controlling, so I let you eat cake, eat cake.
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I'd wear my pajamas too, fitting for the big sleep
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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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One moustache hair at moustache level on a filmy bathroom mirror. A red velvet spread on a big round bed. Dear Ma: We saw a bearded lady.
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Sweaty feet, drool from the weighty sleep of mid-afternoon naps, the inescapable perspiration of the South: all combine to create the entwined scent of socks and stale toothbrushes...
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She heard the quick footsteps and knew where they were headed. Running down the hall she knew she “only had 1 hour left and there was no time to waste”.
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Cultivate your vaginal tears
at the gates of Thigh and Holy.
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Or, do my own red flags counter balance his. My back and forth, my restlessness, my one foot out the door, my ‘once a leaver… always a leaver’, my pitter patter for a former flame... peppered with my transgressions, my mistakes. Or, worse, the way I have
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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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’m sure they have their/
cleverest working on it, though.
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Soon the world is on film that is burning.
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the two become one where/
all things end,
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—Can you handle a threesome? said Isabella.
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