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I took a left, it's less safe
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It’s not that cold but the cold that is/
penetrates layered cloth and soft skin/
to chill the blood in its capillaries
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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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You can have two threes, or three twos. I hear the beat both ways. It goes back and forth in my head, like magic, transforming from one to the other and back again. And I am learning the basics of music theory, and painting geometric shapes with primary colors. I am…
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I considered my choices, then asked the question that has brought my wife so much pain over the years. "Which is cheaper?"
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Technique, Technique, Technique, Technique, TECHNIQUE!
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... and that’s the story of the Polish worker who looks like van Gogh.
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mind heart soul will blood sweat tears muscle, and bone,/and then always something else—not more, just else . . .
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Lulls, and the gulls, amid the tides and their tears (And I join their voices and my heart is run), Though each or neither takes no part in my fears, I join no hands with the beach or the years (And the ships slip near plus yon). Held handfast,…
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Green hands
wave
in freezing water.
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III. Through wheelwind crypts of mystery, through…
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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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See the hair
Know the hair
Remove the hair
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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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The possum is sneering with truth. I can smell the blood under his fingernails. He has seen it all, the backwoods distilleries and the back porch propane grilles. He has slept under the beds of whores and kings alike.
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Dawn is a grey mass, what is left of the night's chill slips between my t-shirt and belly skin. Somewhere else you once wrote that being loved when you don't love in return equals rape.
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Last night was full of little fists
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He stood with the bride of quietness / on the precipice of questions
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while the fat stars stand out in the cobalt night.
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In praise of the colorful flock with crowns
of teased cotton candy rising high above
Modular walls, stalled operating systems
staling coffee and pale corner offices
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...the woman of the sun, twelve stars around her head, the moon at her feet.
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The moon, a cataract cloaked in its charcoal fog, slowly seeps among the trees; night's unguent.Its glance is constant and white,its arc known. I watch its brow of bone with constant wonder.The long, slow funeral of America is taking its time; its…
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I’m well aware of the shadow stalking just to my left, her mannish voice flirting with my sensibilities.
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. . . why did it take so long?
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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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. . . we agree that formal standards for identifying literary merit exist and are capable of being discerned, not merely of being ascribed. —but is this itself true?
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“Now, “Pour Some Sugar on Me” is a hit of the eighties.”
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it acquires a fine translucence
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