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beckoning with citrus streaks blue cobbled streets/and stuccos lit with gold lamps guide strollers here/to Place du Forum in Arles and this café . . .
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143844
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people keep trying to get me/ "out of the house"./ they see fun in me, and cool in me,/ and want to spend time with me,/ and i am flattered most sincerely./
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143811
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I dream about the boy in The Neverending Story, the gate of mirrors, and the Nothing, a dark cloud that floats in the sky, takes away everything.
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143800
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When we saw the window, we were impressed. It was so clean and transparent that it reminded us of a new pair of glasses, everything so crisp and clear through it. It looked on to nothing. Actually it looked on to the refridgerators and a few stoves, though most of the…
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1438157
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Got something inside me
hard as nails
keeps me walking upright
ain't never failed
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143889
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They can’t exterminate the poor just yet
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143888
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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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143840
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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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143811
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we all die from the bottom up
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143822
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the lightning horse you never mounted in your inherited dream~wetter than the oceans you never traversed~will you ever ride pure abandon?
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143852
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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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143823
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say no / to me / and devastate me / and I will take it / as god's will / to drown me / in a vat / of my own / entrails
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143875
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I'm hearing a noise. I can't see it. It's hiding and seems to be coming from the other side of the creek. With boots on I slowly wade across. The water makes its light lapping sounds. Reaching the bank, I search for the noise. It must have a face, suntanned and warm, that I…
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143843
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When I was younger, I tried very hard to be myself, but it never worked. I'd close my eyes, wait a beat, open them and slowly bring them into focus. This is the new me, the only me. Never worked, not once. It could only last a minute or two, so I…
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143741
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Ben was not a happy musician.
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143721
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One can’t predict the final cadence of one’s life.
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143784
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A man bows his head
and crosses his chest
before crossing the street
and the rain keeps falling
on his bare blue shirt
and on top of his head
The taxis will not stop
The light’s still red
as the man waits
for the sign of the hands
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143720
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The story of a second, a stone, and an android -- all curiously interrelated and all, coincidentally, named Gretchen
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143711
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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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143742
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A walled city doesn’t let you out any more easily that it has let you in earlier.
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143722
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'Like poems,’ I said
she paused and nodded
her black mop.
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143721
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Sometimes when I fall I see a ...
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143782
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He bites and imagines, numbed by want.
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143741
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Wicklow sat in the handicapped stall, pants down and straining, fed up to here with a world in which he couldn’t even take a decent crap.
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14371911
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Culture gives what it feels you deserve/
in the cul-de-sac of your time and place.
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143722
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As I fall to the ground I realize that in a few moments I will be experiencing a new kind of pain. The last pain. The last pain I will ever feel.
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143710
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It is your music that makes me want to crack open my ribcage and rip out my heart as it still beats, to cauterize my carotids, and shove the mechanical insides of a clock into my thoracic cavity.
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"Sometimes things just don’t go as planned. It doesn’t mean anyone is to blame - It just is."
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I pat my pocket to make sure everything’s in order; a Starbucks blueberry scone to sustain me, a $50 Brooks Brothers gift card from my in-laws, and my “piece”–a fully-charged BlackBerry handheld device.
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