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Come to the park and swing with me, sing with me.
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just before my break,/ he came on the line,/ old and slow with computers now/ but wanting a discount/ he'd been told he qualified for.
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Contention over market share/
is bred in them and we are cousins
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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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As air warms and warm/
winds stir, green becomes the force/
that surges the plains.
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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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You shine brightest under a starlit skyThe moon reflects your beautyAs the wind sings your name sweetlyIt was under the heavens that we promised togetherThat I'll hold your hand and you'll be mine forever... You glow brightest when the sun is at its highestYour radiant…
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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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the brain plays impish tricks/
and entertains itself with avant garde/
home movies
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...clash of gulls
wend upwards, disappearing into grey
night's high tide recedes
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She lay there, skin and bones, unable to speak. Little did we know those were our last moments togethter. How cruel for her, to want to share a lifetime of thoughts and feelings in those waning moments only to be robbed of the chance. My brother and I…
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The Italian was late. She was supposed to come into the store, meet him in the back, and arrange to take the last of his liquor.
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When Chuck dies, I’ll throw/
a party and dance, a little drunk,/
across what I’ll pretend/
is the old shit’s grave.
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Ok American dogs. Here my first story I wrote when I only two days old! Then evil moderator delete me and story go away. Now I three days old. I try to remember.
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Shirley stubbed her cigarillo out on a dead chunk of honeycomb.
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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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Of flowers there Are none In June No sun Upon my cheek The gentle breeze Stirs me not The smiles They cloud my vision Birds they Sing their songs But I hear Them not When tears Rain down My heaven.
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It was unusual, a feeling of déjà vu waft in the air. However, this was completely new to them. Mayumi gripped her shoulders as Emi’s lips moved trying to ease her fear. Mayumi did not understand what this stuff was.
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When he leans back from the telescope through which he had been looking, he sports a derby and a Hercule Poirot moustache.
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My student assistant was a comely young woman. A freckle faced blonde. She was from Ohio.
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Cultivate your vaginal tears
at the gates of Thigh and Holy.
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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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I would like to go back (with spade, pick, soft bristles), and sift through time and layers, brush away the intervening years, and find: the tooth, knocked out by my then best friend, when we were seven, careening downhill in my father's wheelbarrow on Boscobel…
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This late November day there are too many leaves filling the yard.
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The currents of events/
strip the molecules from cartilage,//
reverse polarity of ventricles—
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The winter’s too warm for the bears to sleep,
and they get up in the middle of the night
with insomnia and wander about the streets
in their pajamas, knocking over garbage cans,
looking for a midnight snack of some kind.
They’re getting kind o
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The Tea Party member was married but cuter. He worked as a caulker, a tub and basin man.
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Downtown Milwaukee My feet are exposed, never been out in public even out here— …
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It comes to me at night, the monster. I don't even realize it's in the room until I hear it breathing behind me. It reaches out its hands and places them on my shoulders. Its fingers are furry and soft, but strong. They grasp the muscles on either side of my neck, and I…
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