1419 6 7
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Lights of human occupation burn/
in patterns like the growth/
of a bacillus, lethal and prodigious,
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141953
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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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141912
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As a boy, he had little hope of ever becoming anything.
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141954
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So, my wife got fired from her job for being three minutes late five times. But he had it in for her, the fatty boss. He was lazy and she was smart, in line for his job. And she had a workman's comp case against the hospital—she'd slipped in pudding in the cafeteria…
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141933
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By the time the forked tongue of the flag extended flat like it was pressed between two of my thick volumes on weather forecasting, the man was still walking with his nose glued to the ground.
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1418126
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Crouching like little children in a game of hide & seek, we entered the old house, slowly
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141822
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We wait for a server to bring our coconut cream pie. His favorite. I hate coconut.
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141853
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We took our turn at the younger stage. One good turn deserves another and all that crap. But does it always have to strong-arm the world's latest lovers apart with so much pushed and shoved ultra violence?So far…
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141898
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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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141832
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To conceive of them separated was unthinkable to every wet-eyed soul at the burial.
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141842
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The gated community of Dos was named for one of Babbage’s landmark educational figures, Ms. Dos.
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141842
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Every day from my window I saw John Brigham's dog making its way across my field. The dog picked carefully through the shorn corn stubble taking the same route, I'm guessing, it took when the stalks made a shaded rustling forest. There is a narrow path…
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141855
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this bleeding sun, clove studded & seedless
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141800
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Azure lowered her head, nearly burying it in the window, watching the helicopter land.
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141874
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NO ONE CAN BE A BASTARD FOREVER
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141822
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I am young. This is years before I start to hide my accent.
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14181714
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After Slick Daddy — aka Billy Ray Thompson — gave up driving his log truck and took up with playing and singing the blues full-time he was what you might call a hot property around the juke joints along Highway 61. The women didn't seem to mind…
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141884
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His legs were pedaling hard and his heart was beating fast, He's got his scars; He can't outrun his past, Down the hill he goes, wind whipped his hair, a new style with each draft. He broke his brakes long ago; He cut the cable and ripped off the pads. He cried…
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141894
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Fear I’ll be stuck here without a ladder
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141850
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You wouldn’t believe an organ the size of a heart could scream like a nine-year-old sissy girl but mine did.
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141821
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Jade in the emperor’s death
mouth – to the grave – all openings
closed – no breath – no air – no life
to enter to leave – the end should
be silent – you stop my mouth
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141832
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She is not centered, but she finds her way.
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141800
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One said 'Yes, I remember.' He was dark and tall and slender
A masterful pretender who laid roses on the floor
Appearing on the eve of morrow, so slow and full of sorrow
With a costume he did borrow, borrowed from the poet's lore
From the rare and rad
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141731
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The BBC's “Sherlock” is among the most popular shows on TV, and there has been much speculation among die-hard fans like myself about what the upcoming fourth season will hold. Having consulted my own crystal ball, here's what I see happening: Irene…
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1417157
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It seems that back in 1911, Kaiser Wilhelm came to this town
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141721
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Shut up.You shut up.That's disgusting.You should talk.Fuck off.Fuck me.whore.Yes.More.Shut up.
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1417147
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Through the Walmart parking lot
they came...
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141700
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There is an old Indian story which says that if a person inhales basil fumes, then scorpions will grow in the inhaler's brain. We have basil growing all over our garden, so this explains the absolutely stinging sensation I feel in my cerebellum after cutting the basil hedge…
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141700
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When we crossed the California/Oregon border, I had this
vivid image of sleeping bags filled with human bones. I shook
my head and the scene would not go away. The woods must be
full of dead campers, hitch hikers, run-a-ways, and black
teenage whores
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141774
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I remember going out to a restaurant with some guy and a friend of mine who brought her little boy along. And suddenly her boy said, “I want to hear the man talk.” Well, that stopped us. Smart kid, I thought. He was fed up hearing her women friends talk
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