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I don't look like other poets. /
People hardly believe it when I say /
"I write poetry, sometimes. /
During lonely evenings."
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133432
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...when they spotted each other through the glass, with he inside and she outside, she quickly began licking her fork obscenely, attempting to exhibit her sexual prowess with regard to the dexterity of her tongue and mouth...
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133420
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The perfect murder, and it’s not even murder.
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133400
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“All I want,” he was heard to say, “is a date with a really
good-looking woman before I go away.”
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1334115
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Somewhere in the belly of the beast
something was stirring.
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133421
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My mind is on idle as it knows no other way to go. I look for good news, but if there is any, will I be able to process it?
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133321
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Q: Tell me briefly about how you got into the death industry.
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133311
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Damn, the light turned
green
on me.
Wasn't ready.
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1333109
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Your tunamelt cadence / Sank me to ocean floors
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133310
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At six a.m. he was awakened by the alarm on the watch, and found he could not remove it from his wrist, though he was able to turn it off. Of course, she was gone, but had left a little patchouli-scented note on a pillow.
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133333
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Tokarsky and I got chased off an El train by a couple of mean-looking black dudes who looked like they were going to crush us. I let go a spritz of tear gas that I had on me in the train and we ran as it came to a stop at the Morris Street stop. They chas
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133322
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Fall came early that year. The edge in the air wasn't just the cold, raw wind cutting down the street — the unity and collective embrace briefly shared after September 11th had faded. The weight from…
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She's not a poet, but does she have to be? She comes to the reading to read the poems of her recently dead husband, for she made a vow: that she would read his work at an open mic. Now she is keeping her word. It's her way of keeping him alive or maybe it's his way of…
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1333105
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Not quite full, but bright,/
December 23rd.__
A waning moon for New Year’s Day-/
Portent?
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133300
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It’s the Tea, stupid. Drink up.
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133331
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whenever i see youit feels like birds are flyingin and out of my facemy head is ghost-like and birds flythrough iti want to hold the birds insidemy head and turn them intosex maniacs
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133354
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I don’t even want to think about Aethra shtupping Posiden and Aegeus
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133311
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On his way to his first fishing expedition in the Bay Area, the man remembered the rustle and shimmer of the willows by the muddied Jemez River in New Mexico, cold beer, the clean camaraderie of childhood friends. He walked along a path choked with greenery to the San Pablo…
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133311
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I like violence /
because they refused to pay at attention to me /
as a child.
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1333104
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Contest rules are simple. Two teams of five hunters each are established by drawing from pools of interested volunteers and selected prison inmates confined for capital crimes and illegal immigration.
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1333159
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Squeeze the Word into Flesh
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133343
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Need not remember, the 6th of November.
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133310
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4. If you wear size 13, you'll trip a lot.
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133397
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I’m on Discord but I don’t know how to do anything.
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133365
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Mother hated a crucifix. Graven, she said. Evidence that Catholics weren't saved, just stuck in ceremony. Jesus had risen and anyone who had to pray in Latin, count beads or confess to robed men who took orders from a monarch didn't know…
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133362
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"What have I done?
What in God's name possessed me?
Confessions of some college trouble in the 60's.
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133343
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I'm writing our initials in black sharpie on the tunnel wall. There's already people who have come before me, hundreds of pairs of Qs and As and hearts in the middle, through a small hole in the brick I can hear the French accents, spinning through, a reminder that I am…
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133311
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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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1332136
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I said he was cold. I said I like cold.
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