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Lullaby for a dragon baby who breaks the bough with bottled fists escapes the armored cradle stealing swords from terra cotta men to slash the Ming canopy and loose the butterflies that will free
Ho Chi Minh from the fire.
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140721
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In moving crowds I plan to break you.
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140722
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I could have said no. I should have said no. Prudence, however, was not in the air. Fourteen minutes later I am at the door of his condo a few blocks from Pier 39. Twenty minutes later I have wriggled into his extra wetsuit and am following him on his wif
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140762
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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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140743
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Hail the yellow cab the yellow one will do just fine as second condiment to the sun
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140642
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Some great, doubtless precious;
some hollow, likely empty;
some only shards, but you never know...
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140610
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He, an irregular chap,
Was known for his hat with a flap.
Had fleet feet and a very strong back.
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Friday afternoon. Angelique Brody knocked Francesco’s studio door.
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140698
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It was cold in the church. The Lutherans were freezing to death. The Catholics brought their winter coats.
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140600
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When not enough is left to utterThe syllables it takes to say,Goodbye--Disassembled and developed,Laid upon the ground,Like the girded gridlockOn your smog befitted brow...Goodbye.And what if I said, hello?What if I said, good day?Would it change your sunken bodyAnd repair…
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140685
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Every encounter is a dance, every secret has its key
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140621
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The elephant was breakable and I know that my grandmother held her breath every time I went near it, and I was repeatedly cautioned that it was not to be played with only admired. She taught me in her own way, respect for it. She may have commented on the green with a bit…
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140633
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" . . . it's overcast with scattered rain along the Wabash River as I approach the federal correctional complex . . . "
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140631
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Flowing, Flown In the field stands a jealous man with fifteen eyes stored inside the cuffs of well-worn khaki pants. His pockets pull with clinking dimes…
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140664
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His beloved are paper-thin when he blows into the free end. Green tint from copper.
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140600
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Miller exclaimed "Somebody give me a cheeseburger!"--a line from one of his hits--and members of the Academy broke out in knowing if subdued laughter.
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140667
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Lights of human occupation burn/
in patterns like the growth/
of a bacillus, lethal and prodigious,
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140673
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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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1406179
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...swallowed like a radiant yolk by an epicurean barracuda.
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1406179
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he considers the swirl of galaxies/
with their black hole hearts,
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The entire room seems waiting for me like an octopus behind a closed, chained door. The monk of the lamp knows he will get his daily turn-on if he prays loudly and just enough for it. The favorite chair has my blue dent in its punched…
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140500
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these dead letters for you... and then they withdrew...
something happened on the way to shabriz...
my fingertips fell on their knees.
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140530
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And I am reminded of river eyes:
The summer we slumbered,
Like mummies in the sand
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140500
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Without light it is black.
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1405118
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I heard a voice. It was calling me as from a far-off cloud. I listened, holding my breath, and heard it again, though fading away, barely audible. If I hadn't known my name I wouldn't have decrypted it. Three hazy syllables clearly detached with a sigh between each of them.…
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140521
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I tried to enlighten them. For my trouble, they tried to have me deprogrammed. I condemned their narrowness of mind; they pitied me my naiveté. I ridiculed their religious bourgeois complacency, but they really didn’t know what I was talking about.
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While most spread their time in other occupation, I traveled through books and grew my imagination. I knew endless bliss. I was a book eater. I would just devour books that I loved and slug through those I didn't, just to make myself eat the truths and li
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140500
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He bounds like a lunar explorer into the Edinburgh Castle, the goofy porcelain busts glaring at him with contempt.
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