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A convoy of military vehicles is heading into the city as we are heading out.
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137851
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I was a coward and didn’t want to get killed like Heimley. Heimley was a nut at high school. I saw him myself one night put his hand right through the windshield of this car he was working on, along with a monkey wrench. Sure, he was drunk, but th
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137855
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I heard that Hollywood is remaking “Thelma and Louise” with Christina Ricci and that dark haired girl who worked on a show that plays on the television. I heard it either from the internet or from a dream. I thought about looking it up, but I don't…
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137741
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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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137700
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Creatures of the dark don’t follow daylight savings
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137794
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My time glass allocation nears its end.
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137700
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137732
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"May I help you?"
She was beautiful.
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137772
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She pulled the book off its shelf. It meant something else now. He'd quote her in the mirror, at the backs of buses that kept her moving, something she'd said without saying. He would remember for them. She'd forget, without him, the way she wanted. Garland and lights were…
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137700
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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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137777
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i waited for the moon last night for hoursfell asleep with the record player on and dreamedof rain running downgutters of sea glass housesthe sun nudged me awakeand she served me toasthe's not serious,she saidhe's half baked,full of…
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137700
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“Now, “Pour Some Sugar on Me” is a hit of the eighties.”
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137710
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Seems hot for a Thursday, doesn’t it?
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137752
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“My name is Violet,” I add. I am trying to stop lying. Going without cigarettes has been easier.
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137700
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the odd stone stands/taller than trees/it protrudes from the young forest/an old mecca but smooth
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137732
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The young monk rose early to jog,
his appetites trailing like
cats in heat.
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1377106
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Millennium jumped strumming lithium gum cumulative outnumber humiliated résumé jumpy instruments
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137744
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I’m up to my kneecaps
in mockery and swill, and …
Excuse Me,
I’m Writing a Poem here?
Thank you. Sheesh!
As I was saying,
I’m up to my kneecaps in mockery and swill.
And I meet someone who
names all his fish after
people he doesn’t l
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137792
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i think god composed afternoons with crayons
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137660
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The arid paramour,
your breath is hot, dry, cedar.
I sweat you corpus fluids and salt
and the unnamably impure.
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137653
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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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137663
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We were born here. At the top of the stairs underneath a painting of basset hounds playing croquet. And a hallway closet filled with lost someones. And the police, three times a week, singing nursery rhymes while walking up to our door.
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137641
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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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137600
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[WE'LL LET *YOU* BE THE JUDGE!]
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137663
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until i french kiss every atmosphere
my mouth ready to explode
like roman candles
sparking my fingers sparking off the tips
of my sparking fingers
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137695
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137643
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destroy the day
rip up the track
jump in the water
eat nothing but bugs
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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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I had a dream about you once. I don't know if I told you about it already or not. (If I did, I apologize.) I'm never quite sure who you're writing about in some of your stories (maybe a composite of everyone?) but I did hold you one more time. In my dream
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We are a city of overworked workers.
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