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I am not responsible for any nightmares this piece may cause for all you mice lovers!
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When you need a vacation...from everything.
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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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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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Amanda Palmer's explaining the eyebrow thing. An altercation with someone at Roadrunner, or maybe old boyfriend shit to burn— She's animated but he's losing signal, filling in the blanks himself. Whatever, it won't light at first, and then WHUMP and she…
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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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I am only ever
What you seem to be
Without the leverage
Of sweet reality
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In the state that the stars fell on,
Love and I stumbled upon bits of God
where he forgot sky and moon, too.
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Their tongues were dry, her milk was gone, and the last bit of water in the plastic jug had evaporated.
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we all die from the bottom up
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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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they flew down the slopes
with her holding on
for all she was worth
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The Italian was late. She was supposed to come into the store, meet him in the back, and arrange to take the last of his liquor.
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In the mode of Swinburne's ‘Dolores':For the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster- A study of the notion of “Intelligent Design” Since the universe came into dawning, If e'er this bright universe did, Men ought to know better in…
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Happy Birthday to me.
It takes just a second on waking to remember,
It's June but it feels like December.
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Me sad because of results set forth in my life story.
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The drone of radio seeps into the car’s back seat… I hear only bits and pieces of information –
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The poet could not speak of himself
but only of the gradations leading toward
him and away. ~ Mark Strand
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indelicate, as everything arrives at once.
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I never meant to shipwreck you,
I didn't even know I was singing out loud.
I just stood on my rock a little too boldly,
and hummed a tune you wanted to hear.
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Every time it happens,
I think of Amber Heard
and how hard you can be slapped
without a bruise forming.
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Some days, you want all the red states to secede
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Fine gradations of the fractional/
fissure the eggshell whole we crave
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I am falling, falling out of my body,
falling like midnight onto mice.
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The Inauguration Day Windstorm had blown out half the downtown lights to celebrate its twenty-first birthday. Two old friends flecked with gray snow and white hair sat on the boulders that kept the Sound from sweeping away Myrtle Edwards Park. Look at all the…
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I stared at these meteor impacts, feeling far away, a lone sentient cloud admiring the scoured yet wondrous earth-of-this-girl below me, the lean slope of her side, the soft dip of her neck, the sharp edge of her cheekbone, the monarch wing of her eyelash
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The bartender kept looking at himself in the mirror behind the bar. “Everyone in Hollywood is an actor,” Doc said.
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Only fragments of their lives survive, like broken Sapphos. I have known them, alleged killer of themselves for the love of a man., but we know this is an invention. The leader of a whole guild of girls, who wrote 7 books of poems. What happened to them
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