1341 11 10
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My emulations always fail. At heart,/
I don’t want bougainvillea nor blushing pilgrims
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134110
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He was triply satisfied: he’d come twice and he was a damn good-looking man.
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134120
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He did not seek a place on a cabinet, nor to impress stockholders with placards of wealth and return; he did not enumerate the downtrodden and asocial with advertised miracle treatments, or write a best seller on the markings of success. All he did, all h
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1341138
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last night a girl came
to me in the shape
of my suicide.
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134121
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It began not so innocently
with voyeuristic tendencies.
the sound of concrete
and confetti in the night.
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13411714
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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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134143
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An excited state
with undiscovered borders, the almost space -
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134100
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Whenever Lady Gaga took the stage,
We peons on the benches cheered for her:
She dripped of jewels and paint, and blessed sage,
Wore meat as the antithesis to fur.
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134122
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They can’t help
Seeing a child even there
In the crude brushstrokes.
They say it is me.
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134178
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The bad optical, crossed or dead or lazy or stray
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134188
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It all began with me. I was first and for many years, the only.
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134065
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My dumb body
that does not speak
still
cried out your name
last night.
Did you hear it,
maybe
in your sleep?
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134030
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So this was how it started. The next day Kia returned to sit with him a bit and the next day and the day after that until the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months. Eventually she found out his name was Saul, that he had no 'proper' job, was o
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134010
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134021
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The artist with fork and trowel.
The paint; soil, seed, seedling or plug.
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134022
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“Gentlemen, how could I go about attracting the KGB?”
Now that got the attention of Boris and Vladimir. Their eyes bulged right out of their heads. They both started huffing and puffing.
“What are you, crazyman or something?” said Boris.
Vla
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134000
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Six just left to drive 8 hours thru the jungle. They’ll emerge in a year in military guerilla uniforms. One guy threw up getting in.
A friend writes, “I started a Free Mike Todaro Campaign. Hope to raise a couple of hundred dollars. We will, of co
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134041
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1. They Don't Know When To Fold 'Em Gambling junkies are lit on losing their ass and almost can't wait to unload their money, and then reel on home and bounce off the walls or whatever. For these guys, losing's the jackpot, and deep in the hole for…
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134081
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Buck, naked, has no words. The best he can manage is a dopey strangulated cough. His wife, who is clothed, stands before him, next to the waterbed that took Buck half a day to force into the trailer.
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134054
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Guttering semiotics, The jeremiads of delirium; Drinking lukewarm tea over a late candle Like Hamlet in a power-cut; Affecting his own audience of himself, Hastening soliloquies through gritted sophisms, Withered and spun to intentional…
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134082
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This is the poem you leave behind that you die in the middle of.
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134088
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I invited Henry to go out with me and Marge, suggesting he ask Ellen who he dated a while back and who still asked about him, but Henry shook his head “no” and said “out things” were just too boring at our ages — and besides, since his…
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134064
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The voice is back! That voice, like milk and honey, like mother, like the school nurse who bandaged my scraped knee.
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134087
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Orchids strewn over the floor...
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134010
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it is heavier than it looks with edges smoothed by the passage of time
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134020
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Charley calls to say he hasn't heard from me. The blinds are gone, so I take a lipstick off the living room table and draw a circle around his head. I make a half-circle for his gut, a squiggle for the telephone cord. He can come over, he says, just to …
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134043
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Skulk like a lovespun spider in a record store corner
on the orange formica subway car
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1340128
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My mother should have been a minister or a peace officer. Instead, she was a homemaker who ran the home like an agency. There were certain hard and fast rules.
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134052
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Summer, Spring, Winter, Fall, the Good Lord made them all.
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133900
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A door slams. The vibrations rattle through the floor, up his legs and into his chest. He can hear the yells, and the tears that mar her voice. Rat-ta-tatRat-ta-tat A door slams. Eyes closed while images of a life he will never live flicker on…
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