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Skulk like a lovespun spider in a record store corner
on the orange formica subway car
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131052
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In the zone of forgotten things, everything moves through a weak gravitational field
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131031
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Happens at a party, this way, past frat boys
perched in branches like idiot hoot owls,
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131051
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As a kid he had run away from the family farm and shoveled coal back East to put himself through college. Now he was just another old man in a nursing home, desperate for a drink, his blue eyes bleary, a sticky goo filming at the corners of his lips.
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131063
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I signed up for functional
I did not ask for this mixed bag
of broken glass
I have enough to swallow
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131020
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"The rider rode his bike in Arizona just about every day and for all the usual reasons....."
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130910
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He was triply satisfied: he’d come twice and he was a damn good-looking man.
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130931
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He's gonna find he wasn't born lucky after all, his propaganda has got up on the wrong side of the bed and sidled onto the couch.
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130921
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In college, I made friends with my Jewish roommate. Her name was Leah and she was from Brooklyn. When she asked me home with her for Thanksgiving, she mentioned we could go to synagogue together. I asked if there would be other black people there. "No," Leah…
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130974
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NO ONE CAN BE A BASTARD FOREVER
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130922
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By dawn, she is ready to hunt.
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130911
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Al Capone was ruling the backstreets and alleyways of Chicago during Prohibition, and we lived in a little house right next door to a speak-easy. I could peak through our curtains and see right into the bar next door when cops came in to get pai
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130987
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The musician’s wife had a roving eye. He didn't care. He liked being married to a wild and crazy woman.
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A group of us from work are playing cards at a friend's house, so when my brother Jimmy calls, I take my phone into the other room. I already know what it's about, really the only reason he ever calls these days.“Look, I hate to ask,” he begins, the way he…
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When the teacher was out of the room Myron pretended to play with himself, saying, “down boy” and smiling to the nervous gasping and fake coughs from the other classmates and, since he's my close friend, I think he does silly stuff like this to contend with…
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130931
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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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130960
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Where the fuck are my keys?Where the hell is my phone?Where the fuck are my keys?Where the hell is my phone?Where the fuck are my keys?Where the hell is my phone?Where the fuck are my keys?Where the hell is my phone?Where the fuck are my keys?Where the hell is my…
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130995
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Do you see the hot coals of doing? The way time sizzles or wilts…eat those coals.
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130941
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... and that’s the story of the Polish worker who looks like van Gogh.
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130900
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“You sure?” He nods. “Maybe it was pneuomonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis.” Flash of a smile, sobbing laughter, like an abandoned seal.
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130911
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Carla woke up from her hospital bed screaming.
"Somebody please help me. Please save me. I am begging you."
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130863
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Her Majesty’s Glasses
Umbilical Chord
Linger Finger
Okay Inkjet
The Dragon Flies
Horny
Free Spirit
Good Footnote
Buttery Clams
You’reUp
Empty Bladder
Star Butter
Karmic Impulse
Mr. On-the-Ve
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130800
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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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130877
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this elegant silver wrench/
which from the opposite side/
becomes a golden Phillips-head
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130800
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“I swear that man is a force of nature.” This was her mother's way of describing her father whenever her mother came too close to the precipice. While growing up, she could never allow herself to fully acknowledge the meaning behind her mother's…
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130844
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You go out on a night with no moon, when all the stars are flush in the sky, when all of everything, even you, is just a shadow moving softly, and I swear, you can hear it, if you listen hard enough. The music. It’s like it’s coming from under the ground.
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130831
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Lucien Lucien Tidesquall lay almost sleeping amid the soft green grass. His eyes irradiated green midnight under vanquished brows. A plover hovered somewhere in the distance. It reminded him of a poem he had written as a teenager, a haiku that went as…
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Man, this bearskin rug was a big, awkward sonofabitch on his back....
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