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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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Uzma dashes up the stairs ahead of me . . .
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Zusman snored on the sofa as Motel gathered his belongings in the dark. He moved quietly as had become his custom in the mornings. Initially he had tried not to wake his nephew on his way to work in the…
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Early in the morning
I wanted to send you something
for when you wake;
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the stars might be the audience or they might not be
if the beat sits right next to me and hugs me nasty
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The currents of events/
strip the molecules from cartilage,//
reverse polarity of ventricles—
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Enumerate the small delights/ this bright first morning
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This time the bag's bigger/than the boy and the door.
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A cheap pocket knife was the only sharp I carried in my backpack and they allowed me that. The man with the pot tattoo on his neck said, “All of us here needs some type of knife. You gotta cut up your food. We don't…
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That TV you got me? Ruined. And the ionizer fan? Ruined too. All your clothes you left over here, all my work scrubs and weekend dresses too, soaked with that river stink water. I kept thinking bout all the dead creatures.
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I am exceeded / by a leaf
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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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Our painter man was killed by a bunch of snotty kids who were making fun of him. A gun went off. What is a noodle to do? He wasn't sitting alone in his world, anymore. Where was his famous straw hat? His trusty pipe? He desperately needed to smoke…
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Even music relies on what/
you know as music/
for its power to enthrall.
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The heart would have unnatural reverence, exalted, bursting with evil, rolling in sloth, if it did not at once reveal its innocence. I saw you again, on the morning of the sun. It was you, or your double, or a son you might have had. Your beautiful bloo
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After the Tokyo experience, Frank and Michiko decided that when she went on extended tours, Frank would accompany her.
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Cultivate your vaginal tears
at the gates of Thigh and Holy.
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Art books, paintings, antique chairs, marble tables, full length gold gilded mirrors, oriental rugs, tapestries, a Louis XVI painted French armoire, a wrought iron Deco coffee table, flat ware, silver flasks, mantel lamps, iron gates, a silk settee, theat
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this is where we end --
the exorbitant eye of forgotten days.
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They could occupy the space//
left by creatures larger and more/
evolved.
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But what “is” retirement? All of the previous sections in a life are full of detailed descriptions. But “retirement” is somehow left rather vague. One would think that retirement would be the long-awaited GOAL of life. But instead we are left with the
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The first time I ever held a gun, I was three years old...
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We got a sandwich at Mr. Pickle's, but they cut the sandwich in the plastic. Plastic wrap.
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He painted a woman on them, identical to the woman that kneeled by his bed.
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Poetry is conceit; emotional, intellectual or technical.
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I woke up to the humming
of an empty space in the shape of a sweatshirt,
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A poem not about fog written in fog with an erasable pen.
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The brain taints everything it brings to us/
with its limited apparatus, its precepts,//
all the things it thinks it knows.
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As air warms and warm/
winds stir, green becomes the force/
that surges the plains.
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