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destroy the day
rip up the track
jump in the water
eat nothing but bugs
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138300
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Who remains after the aching night has departed into dawn
and left us to week-old sleep
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1383128
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He switched off the light. His wife was breathing softly. At her bedside he told her of her friends the roses, of the pretty carnation brooch he had pinned on her silk scarf, of her coquettish hat which fitted her so well. Small, simple and bright memories the heavy night…
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138365
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"I don't know why you say good-bye, I say hello."--The Beatles Things fall from the clouds. Things fall from thefloor. Maybe through, maybe all the way.Everyone argues for their homeland.Someday I'd like to hold your hand. I'mstill dreaming. I hope it continuesto rain…
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138310
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Seems hot for a Thursday, doesn’t it?
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138322
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"Which way ought we to go from here," he asked.
She smiled again, "that all depends on where we want to get to." He nodded but didn't laugh so she sighed and strolled around the room, tuning and looking and considering her options.
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138344
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Poems reflect their poets. /
Mine: ugly but loved. /
It is just as well.
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138364
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You have at least
an intermittent belief.
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1383126
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138353
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while the fat stars stand out in the cobalt night.
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138392
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i think god composed afternoons with crayons
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138241
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His only sibling had passed a few years back and his mother was the only one left of a gaggle of 7 brothers and sisters and their spouses. The turning of the generations, from birth to grave, was always a bit like the tilling of the ancestral soil. A new
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138253
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He slathered the glue on my scalp and talked non-stop about Harlem. Electrodes or nodes, I never asked which, would measure something inside my head. I doubt they actually did though, measure anything. I've had the pleasure of having wires glued to my skull before and have…
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138200
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Creatures of the dark don’t follow daylight savings
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138222
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Why do you lie? the old woman repeats when her mouth is not busy filling the waste bin. We sit as far away from her wheedle and wretch as the small waiting room allows. A young woman glares at us through the mental health clinic's safety glass…
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138285
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The thrum and the thrust//
have beaten conviviality out of me.
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138286
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Now the house is empty of romance except a potted flowering plant from my mother for Valentine's Day. No man has set foot in my museum since I moved here. One man has set foot. The owner's brother to see about the gasket under the toilet. The Comcast installers, twice. The…
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138241
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CALENTURE The horizon is marked with the still sculptures of dead gulls; A young man floats off slowly on the…
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138201
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I was sitting at the barFeeling the blues after workDrinking my 64 0z pitcherOf beerBody hurting all overAnd this kid begins to talk to meAbout how drinking is killing myBrain cellsAnd of course i have heard thisShit all beforeYet i act dumb all the sameLike really? I did…
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138252
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Someone desperately dials a number.
Iris, draped tight.
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138255
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The boy stared out his window, noting the suns slow and eventual passing behind the distant mountains. He saw his face reflected in the window pane and turned away. His shadow loomed…
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138211
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To The Graduates Of The Class Of 2010:
You are here today at a critical crossroads of your life. For most of your 22 years you’ve been taught to work hard, obey the rules, listen with respect to your elders and to trust that every effort you make wil
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138232
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I guess it was, you know, a daze thing: He, lightly drunk, turning red in parts of his head, in his cheeks mostly, and his chest, to which my eyes were drawn because of his v-neck douchebag shirt; and I, sleepy beyond belief, sustained like a zombie only
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138261
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I am surprised that you’re not famous already. I remember sitting in your bedroom for hours just watching you while you wrote poetry. I was in awe of you, thinking you were going to be the next Dylan Thomas! Or Bob Dylan. Or Dylan Somebody! And I rememb
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138243
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A convoy of military vehicles is heading into the city as we are heading out.
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138200
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The night before, his dad had stumbled in drunk and beat his mother. John had covered his ears with his pillow to block out their screams.
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138232
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The young monk rose early to jog,
his appetites trailing like
cats in heat.
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138198
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we’ll never win/
the ongoing battle with dirt.
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138194
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My time glass allocation nears its end.
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138100
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His cheeks were extremely pink but the pink was not the shade usually associated with good health, it was the pink of Death.
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