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I almost caught a poet today.
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As I gripped the wheel and stared at the expanse above my head, my compass spun wildly. Something wasn't quite right
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It is claimed we choose/
conditions of our servitude.
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Sweaty feet, drool from the weighty sleep of mid-afternoon naps, the inescapable perspiration of the South: all combine to create the entwined scent of socks and stale toothbrushes...
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Pale like a tracing of a memory
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I can’t deny you’re beautiful, though it’s unsure how many of your defects are fudged by my myopia.
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an elongating boy with butter-yellow flecks in his eyes, and skin patched like a tabby.
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Those who don’t die, desire, descend. No song aloft arises from my irk. The seeing chieftain, not of sea, nor sand, nor boat, I till nightfall stammer alive, dig boneless trenches against tiding dregs and lathe, hunt, wallow, plow the hours, call in awei
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edge of wolf howls and howls past sunflowers and skeletons
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'Every raindrop sounds different.' says Barney. He's bouncing along beside his mother, twisting in her hand like warm milk. She looks down at his Big Bear hat and tugs. They wait together at the edge of the busy road. 'How do they sound?' 'Zzzing.…
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Blankets were always her undoing.
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I attended the burial of our affair when I found the notebook-maybe it should be called her diary-she had foolishly forgotten, leaving it on the deck of my beach house where she stayed while I was on that short trip to Chicago and I was numbed at first, unsure how to…
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at all altitudes and at all latitudes /
glaciers in furious melt: / both Greenland and Antarctica headed both /
to be ice-free isles adrift / and with shorter coastlines amidst higher seas.
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“Hi, I'm Mike, and I don't wanna work ... Wanna play foos?”
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Her son was doubtless the biggest wanksta that ever went to Andrew Jackson in the whole crumby history of the school.
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It’s Independence Day. But I’m not feeling independent.
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I opened the closet door and there stood Eugène Ionesco lost among our clothes.
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The eyelid of the sink blinks silence. The clocks choke on smoke.
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like old discarded snake skin,
dry and coarse after the bite...
immortally tortured by broken glass bottles.
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happily fling Molotov cocktails//
against ICE agents in armored vehicles/
and sing the pain of their burning deaths/
as triumph against asininity.
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Mayumi approached them; her memories of their faces from the texts they received from each other had come alive.
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Her feet are raised upon an embroidered green pillow and she sits naked in a blue velvet chair. Red earrings dangling from her ears, while a red monkey sits at her feet with one leg extended.
She is exotic. A powder blue on her lips and at her navel,
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Sometimes my poems escape. They crawl out through my Wi-Fi connection, I suspect.
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Magdalena followed the receding tide, her tiny feet leaving no rumors in the hard sand. She gathered only the most beautiful shells and presented them to her waiting Abuela. Her grandmother told her that the only things that a woman truly owns are her dreams. She told her…
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Behold! Passion fruit!Aureolin sun condensedRolls off palm and tongue.Spurn taut rounded skinWait for wrinklesRipeness revealed, resplendent —The pinnacle of worth.
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The water lapped against the sides of the small boat, their rhythm all that I could think of. Sweltering rays beat down, frying my flesh, the insipid salty breeze that occasionally stirred my only relief from it. Gulls circled overhead, like white ravens,
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Sex is a fetish war --
a battle of trinkets of desire
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Galloping people, tangled in ballets of hot love, weaving in and out, making a canvas of it.
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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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