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Dead drunks sing Christmas/
songs-
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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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The sometimes shiver that arrives from awkward silences and the more often cold that comes from midwestern winters.
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with peaty aromatics, opened,/
and a welcomed sting, swallowed,
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We do not all love each other for the sake of our shared art, apparently.
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What does God find abhorrent?
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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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"Do you kiss all of your models?"
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Forgive the doctor/
his hypocrisy -
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you can reach me at
hashtag this!
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“Help me,” the man said in his mind. He lay beside the folding camp stool alone in the middle of the woods, in the clearing where he and the dog always rested.
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I'll always remember those warm, weekend twilights on the beach after the frolic of the waves seemed to flatten with the impending dusk, sending the surfers home and, after the bait was spent, sending the surfcasters away, I'd claim a square of sand as my stage,…
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I've done the math, it didn't count. All the days and years of endless boredom. Of waiting for the next best thing, trapped inside your mind like a lifetime prison sentence. Maybe one day we'll be free, maybe one day we won't feel so oppressed. But when does that day…
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It's definitely not her pretty face that made him smile so quirkily when she returned in the evening.
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Stone-gathering became my job
by default. Digging the foundation, trundling the loaded wheelbarrow away from the site, yours.
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On this day, a blinding sky
holds ribbed reams of clouds,
staccato against staggering blue.
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All I ask is that the guy has teeth and an income. More important are the teeth because he can always get a job, but he can’t un-rot the teeth he’s lost to meth.
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how much is downed/
to counteract the down/
with deeper down.
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He licks his lips and mouths the air, salivating, unashamed of his propensity for the round, pink grapefruit, the almost egg-shaped oranges, the firm, juicy tangerines.
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As if I should have expected better of it.
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The Cleavers were never really undone by anything. Everyone, however, has a limit. June manages it all, as usual, with her characteristic grace, lovely crinoline - and a bit of manipulation.
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The butterscotch on that painting makes me want to lick the canvas.
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Ours is but the very small effort being made here.But it's a good enough keeper for all of usto always remember off. All the tins thataren't really going to save usfrom starving, now are neatly arranged all around, justin case, stacked…
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the moon tops the monolith
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—Hey, lover man, where’s my breakfast? said Monique, tousling Ben’s hair.
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Is it my imagination, or is her chair afraid of her?
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7.53Another morning ritual. Trying to fill the loose ends of time in the early morning is a task.7.54I've done about everything, too early to work and too late to go back to sleep. 7.55Trying to avoid the nausea of life at all cost. My mind is a snakepit, filled with…
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