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edge of wolf howls and howls past sunflowers and skeletons
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141551
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A dead deer on the side of the road and the older boys not listening to her as they stab its eye with a stick.
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14151310
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This time the bag's bigger/than the boy and the door.
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141542
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Blankets were always her undoing.
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1415105
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I like it best when I wake up
And the wild rain of dreaming ends.
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141581
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Sorry, I think I was jotting and not writing. I see a dropped article that would clarify my interest. I purposely didn't describe my alcohol use. There, I just did.
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141511
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It matters little who thought of it first, what mattered was the schism. Or, to be more accurate, those on the opposite sides of the schism. And, of course, you are a part of this, dear reader. You are of one side or the other.
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141544
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Sometimes my poems escape. They crawl out through my Wi-Fi connection, I suspect.
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141500
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Osama couldn’t see any reason he shouldn’t retire. No way he could top BP Oil in the Gulf or Pacific Gas & Electric in San Bruno.
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141500
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Ayane took another look of the area and it was large warehouse. A loud thud vibrated outside.
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141400
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A baseball bat a large pipe a hammer and axe
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141452
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Once there was a man who wrote in code. He was comfortable among substitutions
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141422
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You have such a complicated mind /
for refusing to believe in God /
just like any damned liberal /
whose fingerprints /
crowd the faces of a thousand /
dollar bills /
being passed around your great nation...
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14141312
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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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141465
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how the world is constantlyrevolving her mirroredorbs around the roomlooking for someone tohypnotize, a goddesshell-bent on catching agoon to mortal with; andas you lie from behindyourself so shall she lie withyou. Now, do you reallywant my answer to…
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141455
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It's been a bad year, People dying. Some too close to home, Some too far away. I cry down to you, In your casket, and think you might sit up. You were not sick You went in just a moment, Looking stunning and alive. Not…
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141433
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Who hasn’t at some point of the day wanted to dredge up everything in your pocket just to see what it is.
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1414108
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The first night I met her we slow danced to George Strait songs for most of the evening and when we took a break, our talking went warm and well as we sat eating hot dogs and sipping beers until she dropped a couple of bombs, first, telling me she was married and then, that…
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141463
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My father seems anxious about my gender orientation. I grew up looking like a boy, acting like a boy. He bought dresses and girly stuff for me but he avoided making an issue of it until recently.
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141443
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Nights this husband returned home still hungry sometimes, even for her forearms against his own
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141400
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I play in the dirt with cattle bones
while Mother rattles the sky.
She tells me I have my fathers eyes.
The words come through bloody fissures in her lips.
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141411
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Pen or sword? Pick one/choose your battles carefully/for the paths oppose
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141488
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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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141421
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Neither you nor I is old enough, of course,
to remember that America’s most
popular athlete once was a horse.
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141443
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In the end nothing could bring him back because I tried. All those weeks and months, yet all I have left are the tears and memories. He said when he asked the final questions to those in charge he was confused.
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141321
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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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141397
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Sex is a fetish war --
a battle of trinkets of desire
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141354
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still curious of the taste of eggs
finally licking my plate
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141321
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141321
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"Haven't you ever had some little thing you would rather everyone just left you alone about? I don't like to have my picture taken. Please don't ask me again."
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