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I’m just your ordinary poem,
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121264
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when you betrayed the vain ambition of my death,/I did not complain.
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121200
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Nurse Smithers straightened Dr. Baumgartner’s feathered head dress. it had slipped down below the caduceus so carefully painted on his forehead by the medical ritual staff.
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121211
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Jason poured himself another glass of Burgundy and tried to flush Jenna from his thoughts
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121211
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Where the skin had grazed, shredded by the coarse gravel to form scabs, fascinated Jack. It reminded him of his youth and his own grazes, scratches and stitches. As a boy he imagined scabs were rough foundations of igneous rock, blood like lava pouring th
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121222
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Madame B would come once a week and tell me things that I needed to know in exchange for some free items. She would come and grasp my hand while telling me the same thing week after week. Madame B always told me to relax and things would eventually come.
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121298
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We can’t just bomb Berlin or Dresden,/
Nagasaki or Hanoi, to make things safe
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121153
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Crass, vulgar, boorish, impaired, angry, depressed, jealous, regretful.
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121111
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the sour waft of a secret
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121150
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An expanse of trees, grass, scrub, heathers, sky, space. A grey horse, the type her gran would have placed a bet on, approaches. "Don't like flies?" he asks. He holds her gaze, walks closer. Seventeen black flies crawl over the right side of his head. "What…
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and, under foot,//
dark caves waiting/
with their unseen pigments/
adorning forgotten walls.
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121101
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On the street / The protesters stand / Yelling words empty as wind
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" . . . with twinges of dread and pangs guilt, I worry . . . "
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121111
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another lonely drone holding still
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The new theaters require C-4 poems
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121121
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The feline apotheosis of Ish -
Shroedinger’s cat.
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I said: “Doesn’t he understand? People like me, geniuses—great, mad geniuses—are prone to failures because we do not accept the common notions of society? Doesn’t he understand? I’m not like the others.”
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121100
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Darling Valentine’s pale legs shone in the dark, a beacon for the car driving without headlights along a tree-lined row of brownstones.
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I'm a heathen in the church of the absolute.
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soft voices singing somewhere in the black back of
rising tensions crashing with the waves...
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121054
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still curious of the taste of eggs
finally licking my plate
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121054
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Along with Bad Bunny
comes the reckless dancing
the ambulance chases
and the long, drawn-on faces
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121010
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The doctors said, when she was born, that the gills would eventually fade away on their own. Nothing to fear, they said; no more unusual than the rare child born with a tail, or a dense pelt of fur, or a single sharp tooth jutting from its new pink gums.
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121021
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I want the luxury of hearing other people who disagree with me tell me why I’m an asshole!
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121011
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As soon as those planes hit the buildings on September 11, it was pretty much all systems go for Cheney's long-planned Iraqi invasion. But first he had to shitcan an aide who showed him in detail how Iraq would eventually…
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121000
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Winter is a particle yet unknown to science. Someday it will be described in terms of spins and magnetism. It will be set in high school physics books and there contained: look, here is winter. Graduate students will split it into cold and melancholy and poets will…
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121011
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always thought you'd show up with a good friendly grin, your heart full of gnosis and the rest of you dressed in denim or terrene hues,back from across the world to honor our sacrosanct thing maybe it would be in the wind chiseled afternoon,or the dusk by tables…
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121010
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For weeks I hadn’t been able to think straight, waiting to lay vision on those majestic, swooning breasts.
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In the backyard with Joey, I make the mistake of answering him honestly when he asks what the gray brick in the dirt is for. “My parakeet is buried there,” I say. And he asks, “can we dig it up?”Joey's grandma lives down the street; he comes over…
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1210189
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The Street singer gathers up his coins
and counts to a hundred before
The last string stops vibrating
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