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These fern-like weeds grow along the roads. “Watch this,” you say, bending down over a plant. The touch of your fingertip sets it recoiling, stunned–a fun, jungle trick you picked up somewhere along your way.
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-Someone could have boosted this easy as pie, Ben said to himself.
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I heard them calling my name. “Will passenger Karen Anderson please come to flight desk Six Fourteen? Flight 912 is ready for takeoff. This is your last call.”
“Mario, did you hear that?” I asked. “We’re on the wrong plane!”
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One of his operas was confiscated when he couldn’t pay a hotel bill. He ended up in a mental home, demented from syphilis.
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Our revolutionaries
Have evolved into gamekeepers
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you knew the lightbent it in your favorleapt confidentlyacross heartscheeks and shouldersrouged chromaticincandescent pretendingperhaps the dark had no claimover your lonely clumsy soul© 2013 - Rene
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“Now, “Pour Some Sugar on Me” is a hit of the eighties.”
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while the fat stars stand out in the cobalt night.
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Marcia
Get a load of
This
I got two pictures
Of food
Of food
Marcia
You're gonna
Love it
Look at this
I got one
Of just the salt and
Pepper shaker
God
You're gonna
Love this
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His house incubates memories. As he sleeps, they hatch.His house is neither here nor there. It occupies a space between watchfulness and insomnia. Grey birds nest on its roof.His house is a refuge from everything except himself. The floor, walls, roof are fat with him.…
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She says, “He's like, the eighth wonder of the world.” She says this without irony, and this makes you feel embarrassed for her. The laughter in this small, smoky space is getting louder. You chew your chapped lips and put your…
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There’s a room
Full of white
And it smells
Like bleach and
Iron
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a soft wooden clatter, wind-battered reeds/bound to the banks of ditches rank,/ill-purposed waters slide into low swamps/whose waters into rivers seep and crawl.
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A little boy sits at the table. He hears a knock at the door.“Mo-om!” the boy calls out. “Door!”His mother comes from the kitchen, wiping her hands on her clothing.“Jesus!” she says. “Would it kill you to answer the…
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The cats sniff at the small opening,/
one by one, in a furtive casualness./
They think the outside air is sweet
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Technique, Technique, Technique, Technique, TECHNIQUE!
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Is it my imagination, or is her chair afraid of her?
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I love the notion of uncertainty-/
which seems inherent/
at the level of particles-
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They talk but they don’t really / talk
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#ShortStory #writers
are failed #poets...
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III. Through wheelwind crypts of mystery, through…
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lucy had simply taken a kitchen knife and removed the outer layer, the layer of things people notice
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That twig looks pretty dead to me,
He will never ever be a man.
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They’re young and haughty.
27’s still a long ways off.
They read about the famous,
not the dead.
Dusty dragonflies will not
land upon them,
and they are really only in love
with the dishwasher.
Now there’s a problem.
Poetry is dead,
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communication/
with the dead
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The redwood trees were taller than dreams
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Through the Walmart parking lot
they came...
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He cleaned off the pump with a steel brush. Then he took it out to the pressure washer. Out there was where a lady that looked like a witch used to move around and sit on the fences like a crow. The air was humid, and the men were dressed in heavy blue coveralls.…
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“Good to see you, old man,” Greg said. He was like that, an investment banker, a latter-day Tom Buchanan without the polo ponies, self-consciously fusty.
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My supper consisted of no cheese
My marriage consisted of no violin
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