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At a candlelit table near the back of the restaurant, Jack and Lois greeted the waiter as he delivered their drinks, a diet coke for him, and for her, a vodka and cranberry. He apologized for the slow bar service and promised to return in a moment to take their…
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This poem first appeared in “Walt’s Corner” of The Long Islander, founded by Walt Whitman in 1838.
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What if
Everything
I have been doing
Hasn’t been heard
By anyone?
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I opened the closet door and there stood Eugène Ionesco lost among our clothes.
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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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I’m casing the place; my boyfriend Jimmy is about to bust in and rob the store.
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Ascent/Assent
Together the horizon/
Catechism of love
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147295
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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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A tornado and peacock were bred in his paddock; the couple gave birth to a turquoise lasso.
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Last night as a duration spent hovering in electronic media-space.
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He knows I talk to angels, what he would call angels. I don’t talk to him.
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147131
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"Look Emily, I’m charging your solar powered calculator and helping you relieve your dependence on foreign oil."
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Oh, you aren't going to lecture us, for heaven's sake?
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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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I feel his hand on my face, feel it brush past my lips, and I taste my sister's blood.
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We suffer//
the one agony only- of having no longer/
any physical effect nor way to speak/
of what we watch to those we watch.
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The eyelid of the sink blinks silence. The clocks choke on smoke.
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Nights this husband returned home still hungry sometimes, even for her forearms against his own
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fanned lashes on rouged cheek
a glamorous sea creature
in violet perfume
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Said do you feel it when you touch me?
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...the relatives didn't seem nearly as fucked up as she thought they would be considering...
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Where the skin had grazed, shredded by the coarse gravel to form scabs, fascinated Jack. It reminded him of his youth and his own grazes, scratches and stitches. As a boy he imagined scabs were rough foundations of igneous rock, blood like lava pouring th
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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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An excellent plan. Just like old times.
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Sex is a fetish war --
a battle of trinkets of desire
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Dreams / of being a millionaire are replaced by dreams / of being a billionaire
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Even music relies on what/
you know as music/
for its power to enthrall.
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