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In the vaultwhere no one had daredsince your first stillborn screamsI swept out your deadThe gnawing thingsboneless and dustyand stinking of churchesYou came to me thenand I took youthere in the shadowsunder the tree on the grassnear the reeds by the lakeI dived in your…
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It was noon and cloudless when I pulled over next to the icehouse, wedged in the X formed by two dirt roads.
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140995
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I understand why Warhol said/
“I want to be a machine.”/
Forget this sorry clay.
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140944
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It began the night my parents took my brother and I to see The Vikings at the drive-in and the trailer for The Girl Can't Help It came on the screen, introduced by the completely acceptable Tom Ewell, which the folks could swallow, he was one of them, but as soon as…
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Where We Come From (ver. 2.0) (Leadwood, Missouri pop. 1,200) I Matt lit a joint here driving beneath the arms of dying trees The moon shone through in jigsaw puzzles that we could never quite figure out Gravel crackled like leaves in fire …
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Pascal would let something slip now and then. He was sharp and spoke excellent English, with a beautiful Spanish accent. He corrected speech among the guys, but he exercised his lessons in grammar with an eloquence that fascinated all of us, not letting a
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My cousin and I walked around the village at night. It was beginning to rain, but we walked on. She had a jacket. I didn’t because of course. She said: “Sometimes I just want to know if he’s settling or he’s really in love with me.”
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I had a terribly vivid dream
where a big leaf was talking to a baby,
and the Mouseketeers had grown fat,
and my lover was passing the healing comb
through the hair of my soul during the night
as she retouched my youth,
so I could rejoin
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You drive that '67 Ford PU down highway 73 like it's gonna take you where you want to go. Pig truck makes you want to roll up your window, but it's just too damned hot. You stop on the shoulder next to a sign that tells you not to, and you look in your glove box for a…
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I first saw her about a year after I moved back, when I went to Dairy Queen. I know. Dairy Queen!? Ever since I was a kid, I have had a love for the dipped cones. When I used to visit my father on weekends, we would always stop at Dairy Queen on the way back to…
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Psycho? You dare call me psychopath? I am not some crazy person with but the thinnest belt of sanity wrapped around them! The world will know my story… they shall see! My purgatory... this dripping cell… pen and paper to capture the overflow of words…
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Goddamned crabs. He got em. Lenny. Itch. Itch. Itch. Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.
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We at Cahiers must continually ask–is le cinema de kung fu pimping really, truly—as bad as it wanna be?
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When she was just a little bit younger, Dana wanted to be known around town as something other than the girl who used up all the machines at the laundromat with her little brothers' Spiderman underwear and her grandpa's pants soiled with God-knows-what. Something…
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...a session/
of hide and seek/
among the syllables.
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140855
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We spend our days on the beach, working on our tans. My pale wife hides under a big floppy hat. The water is crystal clear.
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I have become interested in Carracci / Ludovico Carracci
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140831
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He pronounced the Afrikaans word with the vowel sound like the vowel in dour. It meant box, but it also meant cunt.
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She dropped the bundle of faggots she had collected and spun around with her mouth open.
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140854
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“If we had more bats we’d have fewer bugs,”
I said. She shrank back into her sweater,
and gave me a look, then a shrug.
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140841
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Tree full of dimes and dollars
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i watch my mind not wanting to touch the vanished rusty notes remain objects of consciousness heaven and hell inside us each moment birds fly through mental speech dark garden rain olive green cool breath of betrayal siempre mixed with greed awakens…
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Instead, we found his red-inked list of boys who would never be saved,
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She's waiting there, for you, in bed
but the analgesic cigarette
calms your mind more than her heat.
She's there waiting, in your bed,
eyes closed, fluttering, somewhere
between the dream and practical world.
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to us! Without it we are less than human and cannot guarantee your safe passage through our woods any more. Give us back the moon. It is the primary element in the makeup of our deepest breaths taken to invoke all cycles to continue. It contains…
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When the poet loves,/ I said, quoting the poet,/ he loves himself.
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sheets, white, coarse
redolent with Clorox
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ARROGANT MAGNOLIA, the first to open all, poised ten feet above our fuss. …
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