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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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136742
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Blankets were always her undoing.
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136788
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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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136756
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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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136720
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Half past six; already, through the gloom Saltwater flourish sifts from wharfs that ply Their play like girls that haunt the midnight's womb, As far it seems as walks of Barbary. Within the bar, French waitresses and sots Play dice with time awhile and rub…
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136765
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It sits up tall on its hind legs to take in all of whatever this is, big and bluer than the sky, death's own taxicab parked on its doorstep.
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136664
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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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1366105
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an engine stalls out
in the parking lot
the driver
tears her skirt
coming through the door
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136620
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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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136644
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Robert Frost told me that life goes on, but that’s just not good enough for me and for God’s sake it shouldn’t be good enough for you either, should it?
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136631
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No excerpts for you. Next!
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136632
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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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136655
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I opened the closet door and there stood Eugène Ionesco lost among our clothes.
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136610
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My name is Jeremy, and I am in love with a zombie.
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136657
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It is claimed we choose/
conditions of our servitude.
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136687
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Pale like a tracing of a memory
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136600
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The eyelid of the sink blinks silence. The clocks choke on smoke.
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136694
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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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136673
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edge of wolf howls and howls past sunflowers and skeletons
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136677
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I remember the first & only time I parachuted it was 1964 my 16th birthday a rite of passage if you will from the old man an aerospace engineer & former WWII B24 bomber pilot I practice-jumped from oil barrels taught how to fall back then when the time came…
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136650
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Condensation on the Glass Riding down 22, I'm looking out the window. Time is a whirlwind. Your memory relinquishes itself, yellowed and fraying at the edges. It's raining and cold. I make a smiley face in the condensation …
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136632
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I advertised in the local paper for a model.
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1365112
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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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136566
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It’s Independence Day. But I’m not feeling independent.
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136576
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I almost caught a poet today.
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136554
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13651312
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My wife, Sheila, inadvertently clicked my e-mail address, too, when she sent her reply back to him and I read her poet friend's message that her love opened the window of his heart and she replied that his words were knocks that opened the door to her being, then I stood…
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136531
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It was more than just taste/
more than a point of view/
and oil and pigment/
that painted a store front church/
a box with a cross in a vacant lot/
that welcomed desperation, faith/
and imagination.
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136540
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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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