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Deny yourself that pleasure
For my sake; that feeling beyond measure
That you get when you finally, and with much angst,
Decide not to be a bitch, to a round of general thanks.
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145322
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I’m just your ordinary poem,
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145321
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Ben was cheered to see Monique in good spirits again.
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145342
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She sat in a tall chair and there was only one time in the interview that she took her sunglasses off. She didn't really take them off, but just pulled them down for an instant with thumb and forefinger in order to look out at something going past the window. They said…
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145243
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I remember reading poetry in the library
/ when I was in college, after skipping
/ Sociology, Psychology, or Theology.
/ I remember thinking: What is this nonsense?
/ I don’t want to waste my time on any of this.
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145220
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She had the smile of a pixie on mushrooms in a disco ball universe, and I dug her style.
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145210
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I AM A FIRE SWAN!
THIS IS MY QUILT!
YOU ARE MY QUEEN!
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145200
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If it was truly new territory of the mind, he thought he might find some place that resembled the world as his dad envisioned it, having already decided that his father could never turn back across the frontier to the old world of youth
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145200
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I imagine Gene Simmons licking a twelve year old girl that looks like Erin dressed in a dog collar and leash.
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1452119
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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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1452177
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the burning thrusts/
of yellow in defiance of the frost
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145233
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Play somethin’ solemn, they told me, or somethin’ that sounds like home or the mountains in summer.
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145250
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She sat Indian style against the strawberry tree. In her hand she held a little mirror and a note that her father left her that morning.
What a night, eh? See you in the morning.
That’s what it said.
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145232
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Hope is the thing playing checkers
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145243
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You watch with frigid eyes, as their soggy woolens squelch dark mud, even smiling a little as they make croaking frog-lure noises. You know eventually a toad or two would land in the Frogger. You like the word Frogger.
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145211
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It's called the Knee Defender. But I prefer to think of it as the Schmuck Identifier.
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145153
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Her name was Christine
and she was nailed to the cross
of their lust
and their greed,
and their vengeance
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145175
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I dreamt, said the Donkey, of an apricot. An apricot the size of a heart. …
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145151
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At 19 words, the whole piece is a snippet.
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145111
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Leaning toward Joshua, Stuart says softly, “Take it easy, okay? We’ll bury him. He shouldn’t be left here, in your kitchen.”
Joshua glares. “Don’t you fucking move him.”
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145176
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The outside world will intrude . . .
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145155
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Perdita's confusing profusion of parts makes it impossible to know which way up she goes.She flutters beneath the camera's shuttered stare, …
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145122
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The bank bought out the miles of land behind our property.
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1451106
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The new theaters require C-4 poems
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145144
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145155
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Years later Polyphemus still remembers the wine-soaked taste of Odysseus’s men. The barley and garlic-flavored Greeks. Their flesh a fibrous, blood-hued hummus. Their crunched bones releasing sweet marrow.
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145011
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This is 57% of middle America, I'm convinced: doomed.
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145084
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An infested, indifferent universe . . .
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145011
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Reports have been spreading fast
that an actual living poet
has been found right outside the
borders of Berkeley
Rumors grew into a wildfire of speculation
Saturday night when one of them
a tall graying older specimen
more or less in the
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145022
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The house where my brother lived up in the hills above Hollywood, looked like any other suburban house on any normal street Anywhere USA, except that once you got inside the house — spread out at your feet was a panoramic view over a canyon that was act
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