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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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An eternity in a crashing moment.
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She arranged to have an abortion at a doctor Greene’s office, who practiced out of a converted house on Solano Avenue on the north side of Berkeley. I took her there the day of the procedure. You couldn’t go to a regular hospital to have this kind of thi
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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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Through the Walmart parking lot
they came...
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destroy the day
rip up the track
jump in the water
eat nothing but bugs
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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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He stood with the bride of quietness / on the precipice of questions
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Standing there as you walked away from me that late March afternoon, in the park off Meridian Street, the spring tableau seemed
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"Already he is running and flying to the center of the world" - Mircea Eliade, about what a shaman is up to, under his mask.
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A vanishing of something we never got to see. All we've been left with are impressions, imaginings
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I love the notion of uncertainty-/
which seems inherent/
at the level of particles-
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kindergarteners
sent to class with
Uzis
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III. Through wheelwind crypts of mystery, through…
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All the baby monsters are being born on stage.
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the view is
breathtaking here.
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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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It's been almost two years since I bought it.
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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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“The minute I stopped wondering about
the meaning of life is when I
finally started enjoying life.”
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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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Someone desperately dials a number.
Iris, draped tight.
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far beyond the far beyond
sparkles the stars like sparkles
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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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and so I'm staying here where I am a little while (longer). Who knows where the time sleeps? I don't think I'll ever catch up with your heart again. That's the same lame novel approach I'm always stepping into to…
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Technique, Technique, Technique, Technique, TECHNIQUE!
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I saw the shiny dime . . . .
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