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Then, relieved to have cleared the air, they peacefully returned their way of living.
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134343
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See the hair
Know the hair
Remove the hair
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Sometimes I think there's an octopus in my stomach. In the mornings it stretches and droops its lazy head to one side — It suctions it's tentacles to the walls of my belly and pulls them together forcing me To gag, and vomit what we didn't digest of the…
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134344
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Poems reflect their poets. /
Mine: ugly but loved. /
It is just as well.
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134365
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Sometimes the dirt just stays dirt
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1343106
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Millennium jumped strumming lithium gum cumulative outnumber humiliated résumé jumpy instruments
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134320
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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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134355
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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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134255
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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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134253
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She is a manifold of temporal flows.
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134264
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My supper consisted of no cheese
My marriage consisted of no violin
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134295
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134242
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We laughed like lords and lunatics
Our schematics stretched before us
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134223
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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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134241
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A bum leaves his shopping cart
in the middle of the intersection
at 7th Ave and Perry St
and walks away
leaving everything behind
Shopping cart gets hit
by an onslaught of
yellow taxis whizzing by
The contents flying out
into the hum
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The thumb, incarnate, knows/
the moment of the misplaced hammer blow;/
the tongue, incarnate, the cool invigoration/
of water drawn from the dark well.
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134220
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I drove all night, but there weren’t nothing Roy Orbison about it. I’d been driving and around lunchtime I just thought I might stop by Shona’s place.
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134231
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. . . why did it take so long?
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134242
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In the end they talked a lot, shared what they could, both seemingly trying to rekindle something that was no longer hot, and yet they could not let go of each other. Year after year would prove that. Right then, just then, it seemed that the physical par
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134244
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Here’s a picture of you
Lit up by the internal light
Of the moon. It was a
Super moon that night
And the story of God
Had not been told
And we had to wait a good
Long time to hear it out in the cold
And I was the King of Fishers
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134285
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Ah we just sat on the flat roof of the school and looked out at what was beyond because sometimes there is nothin' to do but sit on a flat roof of a school and look out at what is beyond. Going up there I had told him to be careful with the bag because if he didn't take…
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134274
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Last night was full of little fists
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134287
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. . . the roar of fire speaks lasting heat . . . .
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134253
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while the fat stars stand out in the cobalt night.
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134221
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There’s something Dad’s been telling us
that I don’t think is true
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134197
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“I fly in my dreams,” his mother said. “It's my privilege.”
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at the front of the bus/ sways a white-veiled woman:/ gnarled hands upon/ a bag of palms,
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