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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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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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137221
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My eyes are wide open. I look like a graphic novel. My world is black and white. I’m poorly drawn. All sounds have an exclamation point.
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137230
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Every town has one. Or one at the very least...
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137211
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Like a distant memory of past expectations
I wander through past journeys, delineations
chew on the fresh air like a discontented Wordsworth
now free, free to roam where I will..
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137233
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Amanda Palmer's explaining the eyebrow thing. An altercation with someone at Roadrunner, or maybe old boyfriend shit to burn— She's animated but he's losing signal, filling in the blanks himself. Whatever, it won't light at first, and then WHUMP and she…
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1372158
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i hear the boom boom boom
in the room room room
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1372105
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Cultivate your vaginal tears
at the gates of Thigh and Holy.
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137286
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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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137264
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In a field of barley, I see you, ...
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1372179
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let’s press our words into the clay/
in language so completely dead/
we have to re-imagine it.
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137220
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I couldn't think of anything that rhymed with "unibrow" except Tsing Tao, which is a brand of Chinese beer....
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137283
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goes on and on. Like it's a sad mad season on Mars, well it isn't, is it? Sometimes I have towonder whatever happenedto us, to make us forget how well we already know how tosing as good as any larks do? I have never wantedto drown, but I've…
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137200
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I was watching the bustling crowd below, sipping on a teacup full of Victory Gin when the scream, no a howl, cut through the murmuring of footsteps and telescreens.
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137265
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I left the train, still going nowhere, but in a hurry.
Still a boy, but trapped in a suit.
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1372109
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...clash of gulls
wend upwards, disappearing into grey
night's high tide recedes
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137241
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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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137243
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"You're no good at sex, no good at drugs and, god knows, no good at rock and roll."
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1372117
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You are a warm winter
Despite the presence of snow
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137263
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I looked down at Earth and imagined this porn star who’d asked for my help.
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137200
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No, that can't be him, Joe thought. The guy was messing around the displays in back. He had walked in three or four minutes ago, by now, and he certainly looked the part — or at least Joe thought…
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1372115
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Blue skies greet us as we exit the forest . . .
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1371109
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My student assistant was a comely young woman. A freckle faced blonde. She was from Ohio.
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1371107
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You stretch my heart / in sacred ways
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137195
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I never meant to shipwreck you,
I didn't even know I was singing out loud.
I just stood on my rock a little too boldly,
and hummed a tune you wanted to hear.
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137165
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I know someone in need of healing.
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137164
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your words that came crashing over me/
so cold the clear shock was like salt water
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137141
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Miracles don’t happen to the poor.
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137188
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the brain plays impish tricks/
and entertains itself with avant garde/
home movies
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137195
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"Possible candidates for reading to a crowd"
the subject line of the email to myself read.
You see, writing can be hard -
or writing can be easy.
But writing for a crowd you'll see is something else entirely.
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