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Ben exited the uptown Broadway Local at 103rd and oriented himself.
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I will admit it. // I cannot write poetry / to save my life—
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As far as I can tell, all he eats is wedges of cake
from the plate on top of his blanket as he
lies there in bed, smoking cigarettes and
staring up at the painting of a pile of shoes.
Or else this is a real pile of shoes
building up beside the
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The air smells like dream, like farm shit, like the salty stalling of evolution.
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Once in a while I have the time of my life /
in this god-forsaken Earth:
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I suggested when we passed the flesh shack that we turn around and that I go in and say to the sex workers that the Russians are fetching $3.5K per hour in Manhattan and it's private, unlike there at that road-side shack.
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It is dead, for a time.
Sometimes we are all dead for a time.
Our lives leave off, sleep under the weight of snow.
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Tiny skiers look like beetles/on a white bedspread. /We watch them fall to earth from/the high peaks and tell ourselves
this is the week that sealed it
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Some of the elderly men and women are coming forward....
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Not the torn magazine page, not the smell of ink, not the sweat of palm nor the froth of irish spring
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(no one need fear timidity in our tastes― /
we like trying new things, no matter our hastes!)
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Where are you going, boy who never was?
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"Don't pull too hard," warned Father. "You might sever it from the body, spraying blood into your eyes."
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During the hangover, I crawl to my desktop computer and then Google “rapid STI testing” and “speedy divorce”
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Mum and Dad are dead, though I'm the only person who has noticed. They're sipping their tea in the kitchen. Dad keeps coughing up maggots. Mum's face looks like a cracked mirror: I see myself in it, broken, dark. My brothers carry on as normal. They huddle by the TV,…
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Is there a homunculus in my brain guiding everything like the pilot of an airliner?
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"That it was my stepdad's fault."
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Dear Brandon Lee: I know that you're dead and can't respond to letters, but I've always felt a connection to you.
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I once dreamed of taking a trip to Northumbria with a lover and reading the poem together on the fells.
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son a superfly/alligator shoe clad/networking man/working a beeper and flip phone/twisting blueberry spliffs/on ma's porch
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only thoughts lost in lonely trails of red
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Giant stars are beautiful, when you stand directly in front of them.But touching them, is a whole other story.Junior had touched one. A strong burning sensation flew through his arm and down his spine. A feeling of electrocution and burning at the same…
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The woman leapt from the top of the burning building. The flames reddened the faces of the watching crowd. The heat pushed them back. The woman hit the ground. The crowd oooooed. If only I'd been a firewoman, I thought, with a ladder as tall as a building and a…
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He sees the dogs through the window, his babies, sleeping on opposite ends of the couch. His girl, lying supine, hind legs spread, grotesquely, almost comically, as far as they can without being flush with the cushion. His boy, Cosmo, face down, the power…
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She sat down in the big soft chair in front of his desk. “In your religion you believe in past lives, right?”
“Yes, reincarnation is a tenet of the Hindu faith.” He replied.
“As Catholics, I think we believe that only Jesus had the power to come
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Ben followed Jean-Claude’s white Fiat. Every time Ben shifted gears, he was reminded of Arris’s punch.
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inside i know my heart rattles
cause outside i'm only seeing
that the truth is in tatters
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—You're convinced I'm crazy. I'm convinced you're incompetent.
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