1433 3 2
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...he was suddenly and hazily relieved that he had something in Persepolis and blue agave plants to talk to her about.
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143386
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There are stranded people just like us, that's Not necessarily what I'm looking for. Negativity won't pull us through the Barbed-wire halls of hate. And even if I Was the only one, I wouldn't want you To look any different in the mirror. I'm older …
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143311
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But the profligate are blameless now
Those who conflate sex and love the way
dumber animals mistake heat for light
have moved freely back to some primal zone
where if I’m felt to be contradictory to the
surroundings it’s because I wanted t
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143332
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The Intrepid Explorer recounts his travels for the benefit of subscribers to the Magazine of the Museum of Everything
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143331
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ghosts of the previous owners who leave a trail of whispers
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14331817
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The courts had scheduled the date long ago but the time, an hour always left to the warden, had yet to be decided.
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143333
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Where we’ve penned heart shaped question marks, seeds sprouting bowed heads, a congregation of confused supplicants.
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143343
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" History ...is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake."
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1433810
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The floor dissolves beneath us, pierced by lasered/
glare of countless eye-beams.
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143377
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She tossed the big bird into the air. It wobbled, then flew away.
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143254
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The silver urn of ashes inscribed
with his unknown name.
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143280
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Beautiful, he thinks, as he taps the ash of his cigarette over the balcony, but this is not good enough.
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143211
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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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143211
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There's something about the way he touches me every time that makes my heart skip a beat and pushes the air from my throat. I shiver under his hot breath while he whispers softly and pulls himself closer, letting his fingers glide…
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143244
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This is my melody. I will not shut it down for you, it will do all that on its own time. Everyone knows this. I don't need you to go on holiday. Can't really get away from yourself. This is my color guard. It goes with the everything I am. I'm not sorry I…
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143275
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The pool deck was covered with the bloody footprints of resident gawkers.
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143200
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I should have never gotten involved in such a huge lie. I was a poet, for God's sake, not a novelist. I wasn't used to lying.
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143200
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He then spent his walk home to his single apartment spitting up various textures of red, combinations of cherry and blood mostly.
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14321711
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A dirtied light falls through/
the grimed windowpanes.
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143282
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He bites and imagines, numbed by want.
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143222
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"...does the nurse, doctor or veterinarian experience greater sexual satisfaction than say the housewife in DesMoines or the sixth grade English teacher in Passaic?"
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143265
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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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143289
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a half-moon hung straight up and down
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143288
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My stories are ramshackle; they lurch along in old sweaters with holes and missing buttons, drinking from mismatched cups and saucers.
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143240
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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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143211
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When people talk about the end moments when one's life flashes before his or her eyes, they often refer to time as slowing down. I can attest to this phenomenon during my final moments, before the collision: the song playing on the radio, the squeal of tires and flash of…
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143252
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The manicured lawn rolls down either side of the knoll, punctuated with flat granite plaques, the occasional bouquet of cut flowers, a smattering of faded eight-inch American flags.
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143211
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an elongating boy with butter-yellow flecks in his eyes, and skin patched like a tabby.
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143265
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Maybe they considered themselves beyond redemption, or maybe they couldn't sit for that long.
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1432135
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The year begins well here
with much needed rain
and tee-shirt temperatures.
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