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The Bunny Hop represented that riot-like atmosphere–in cuddly guise–described by Claude Levi-Strauss in his seminal essay that I have forgotten the name of it’s so important.
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Observe the withered/
head atop the pole.
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Is there a homunculus in my brain guiding everything like the pilot of an airliner?
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My friend, drunk, spoke to me / outside a bar where we hung out; / and his eyes were red from tiredness,
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Ben exited the uptown Broadway Local at 103rd and oriented himself.
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If you had gotten pregnant our last time, in 1967 (when you lied and told me “I guess I’m finally over you,”) then our son could have been that man you saw with the drooping moustache and his coattails flying in the lobby of the building in Louisville,
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One night while in rehab I had a dream that I worked as a violin maker in Salzburg.
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Here and there a few bits of beauty, with the highest respect, reverence, erect with pride. Almost twice a thousand dawns, ten thousand in intimacy, the breasts, the nipples, means of the world to nourish itself, by the intimate bay.
It's almost pun
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You hold me now, and pay attention.
Everything is new.
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I suppose I'd rather Tomorrow be heroic.
It would make the passing of time less villainous.
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IV. Upwards, into the white eye rising, There is will, to stay, yet stays no will to be. Come,…
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I have always been frightened of Ferris Wheels
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Well, now it has fallen away some
but I felt better about it when it was raging
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Our half-life, radioactive decay, particles shed leaving dust and bone."twilight years", "golden age", "evening of life"?Bullshit. I'm not ready to stop pumping high octane.You said, "I'll take you to Paris."Hemingway's address is still in your notebook, I saw it.I'll wear…
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In punch drunk waiting rooms... On election routes
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What do you mean dope in the front seat. I always keep my dope in the trunk. I mean hey, children DO steal.
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Back then we used to dance slowly to Sam Cooke's “You Send Me” on your parquet floors, whispering about planting our vegetable garden, planning to seed the lawn with centipede grass, promising to count all the red cars that came down the street.
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A woman confronts her suspicions about her husband's fidelity.
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DRA musical - 1942… Open on the General Jackson crowded with Marines, headed to (Tennessee Base),at the front of the ship, young men laughing, unrealistic military dreams/wordless chatter... LET IT RIDE .. main character is a marine en route to base...Solo verse,…
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Charley carried the corpse over to the dinghy and tossed it into the pool of rain water collected inside. The headless snake swerved through the water, oblivious to its fate, powered perhaps by exposed nerves and muscle memory.
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Mayumi flicked her hand, making her circle deflect the spell. She picked up speed and her hand grabbed Emi.
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“Have the cousins arrived?”
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He will feast and die beneath the glaring gaze of the western sky, waiting patiently for what will come next
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I made a man of men. He made a man of me, the way all men are finished, in tragedy and sorrow. Together, we make a story, for other men, brothers and sisters.
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As a child I drowned myself in the pages of books, and as a writer I prefer to be left alone with my imagination.
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1. The Kingdom of MaggotsBillions of tiny naked bald men wriggle and squirm through a derelict mannequin factory.2. The Sea of KnivesThe crests of waves slice and slash. Maimed mermaids wail.3. The Eye MoonEnvious mirrors ape the sun. An astronaut falls forever into open…
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I lay on a table in a cold room in one of those little blue gowns that open in back.
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I heard them praying to some god
none of us had ever heard of.
I'm glad I went to the funeral
and still have the yellow rose that I
did not throw into his grave.
At some point
you have to stop nibbling
from the moldy cake.
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