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the injured color wheel of the world
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I may have gone
A little soft in the brain
But I swear I still see it
The angel closes the rain
Even God has to refrain
From causing us pain
When the angel closes the rain
So the angel closes the rain
At the end of time
The angel mus
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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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124311
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Been running so long
You've been running so long
I bet you can't remember
What you're running from
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124392
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i think god composed afternoons with crayons
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124266
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I'd like to grow you a new flower. I thinkmaybe I just will. Right now. Here's as good a place as any. Well you'll probably never get to see it, but it will be there just the same and it will be all yours. Kind of like these poems that I make if…
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124210
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Victor didn't want to be alone, so he phoned Sophie.
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124231
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Every night she waited for that magical hour when her breath was quick and her heart was loud rushing in her ears 8:04 or sometime 8:20 either way she knew the voice she would hear of her beloved was coming any minute now and so she was…
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124200
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She was sitting in her swivel chair talking to a girl who was her younger image, ...
“Well, there you go, I’m a fire sign and you’re an earth. That’s just the way it is.”
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124200
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He started to concentrate on the music again. It was the album with the crazy picture of Monk on the cover, with a machine gun over his shoulder, a tied-up Gestapo officer and a female resistance fighter standing next to—a cow.
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124277
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this elegant silver wrench/
which from the opposite side/
becomes a golden Phillips-head
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124244
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The man next door came over with a pitchfork.
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124231
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The whole scene smells like paranoia.
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My father taught me how to solder and that's when I first started to write. Now, when you hold the soldering iron in your hand and depress the trigger, the tip of the gun heats up. Novices uncoil the solder and place it on the hot tip, but that just results in it…
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124231
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I’ve seen your tired souls
riding under the city
lost in the drowsiness
of morning calm commutes.
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Our half-life, radioactive decay, particles shed leaving dust and bone."twilight years", "golden age", "evening of life"?Bullshit. I'm not ready to stop pumping high octane.You said, "I'll take you to Paris."Hemingway's address is still in your notebook, I saw it.I'll wear…
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124244
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Poems reflect their poets. /
Mine: ugly but loved. /
It is just as well.
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124233
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had I gotten home without knowing it? well . . .
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124201
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When the telephone rang the fallow fields we lay in years ago became distant countries, filled with falling stars. The distant country into which you had disappeared became a pistol with a single bullet in the chamber.
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The Devil’s laugh was the screech of wind. Ignacio Carillo heard Him as he dug the grave that would hold the body of his beloved wife.
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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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124100
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They've put down roots under the dome. Want to push through the ceiling, blot out the sun. I have other plans.
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12412111
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She connects to you
via snarling vines
& worm-woven tunnels.
Drops Roman numerals
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12411710
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I arrange my stones in circles
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124121
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Did I refer to Mark Twain’s typewriter as an animal? Did I call it a hyena? I would not say that about Mark Twain’s typewriter.
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124100
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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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Last night was full of little fists
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