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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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1346138
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The bathroom faucet is leaking again. Do they make diapers for faucets?
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134621
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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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1346179
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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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134631
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I just amuse myself by buying old guns and refurbishing them in my basement as I listen to old Bohemian polkas on cassettes.
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134655
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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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134661
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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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134600
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The eyelid of the sink blinks silence. The clocks choke on smoke.
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134688
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the brain plays impish tricks/
and entertains itself with avant garde/
home movies
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134675
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Cicadas shed their skin as they grow, leaving crisp hollowed out remains on tree trunks, fence posts, and the undersides of upturned leaves. Tommy and I would collect them in the early morning and stick them to our clothes like brooches. I used to like Tommy,…
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134600
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The first apartment Troy and Lynn lived in was managed by an alcoholic former army officer, who lived in the complex with his wife and teenage daughter. He was a lush who didn't do much in the way of management. Lynn had barely noticed him before Troy moved in with her.…
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134695
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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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134622
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Meet Carl. He's six-three, two hundred and thirty pounds. He has light-brown hair,…
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Laurel's new bike is powder blue, with silver tassels on the handle bars. Jenny's mouth actually waters at the sight of it, as though it were a fresh loaf of bread or a perfect, juicy orange. “You can ride it if you want,” Laurel…
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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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134642
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I am fair game that will be hunted and eaten, cutting its edge with Satan's tears from six eyes.
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134611
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Shirley stubbed her cigarillo out on a dead chunk of honeycomb.
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134690
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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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134564
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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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134555
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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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134520
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"We gotta find a way to get high!" "Shh! My parents will hear you Tommy! Their bed is right above us." …
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134520
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Meanwhile stars continue to surprise...
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134565
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I know someone in need of healing.
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134566
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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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134501
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After you started drinking your meals and hating politics I wanted to climb inside, live in your stomach and dissolve. I wanted to make you see, hold you captive with arms stretched, pinned. listen again, swallow…
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She said, "Tonight let's talk of things untrue and he said, ' Like black is white and night is day and up is down and in is out?' and she said, 'Yeah, those things we know to be false for sure like you know, like...well, you could say, 'I really love you' and I could say,…
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—Now that’s a hell-of-a-painting, Frank, he said. Those colors are engaged in warfare. How the hell did you do that?
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...clash of gulls
wend upwards, disappearing into grey
night's high tide recedes
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134532
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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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Last night as a duration spent hovering in electronic media-space.
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