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We do not all love each other for the sake of our shared art, apparently.
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127452
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127360
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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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127331
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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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127311
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On this day, a blinding sky
holds ribbed reams of clouds,
staccato against staggering blue.
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127311
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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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1273113
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She called for land usage to fulfill a social function, to provide an affordable and sustainable way of life for all.
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127310
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So what happensTo the VFWIn a global economyAnd the monumentsErected in reverenceAfter the boysWho became menCame back homeTo be fathersThen grandfathersGreat-grandfathersAnd start to fall awayAs the days creep byThat petty paceOf politics as usualFamily DiasporasAnd maybe…
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127375
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127333
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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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127340
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You read my poems, Not because you like them, But just to find yourself, Mentioned in them.
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127355
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before five/glancing down Academy Street/sloping west to where the tracks crossed/twisted tangled metal on wheels.
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127300
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“What’s this? What’s this? What’s this?” said Pablo moving from canvas to canvas. He was stunned.
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127321
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—Hey, lover man, where’s my breakfast? said Monique, tousling Ben’s hair.
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127211
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Now that you can go to a body shop and get nearly any mod you can imagine printed and attached in about an hour, every cracker-ass redneck is sporting a twelve-point rack...
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127200
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Henry recognized the shoes. “There’s a little vampire came in with those on, but I last saw her over by the juice bar.” He couldn’t be bothered with Arthur’s “sections.” The club wasn’t that big that it had to be defined by sections.
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127211
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I scrambled back a bit and found my feet after untangling them from my trekking poles. Really should have dropped those when this all started. The bear lunged at me with his teeth and I just barely dodged to the left to avoid getting something bitten of
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127231
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#whateverhappenedto #beforesex #whateverhappenedto #duringsex #whateverhappenedto #aftersex #nevertrust[written in August 2009]
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127200
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The Black night reached under his shiny silk jacket
And touched the steamy leather of his holster.
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127200
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Come gather round and listen to me You senior VPs from AIG As full of yourselves As you are of wealth So engorged are you with raging greed The warnings you neither see nor heed. Come gather round and listen to me Sing of the Minister of the Third Degree. …
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127243
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See the hair
Know the hair
Remove the hair
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127244
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an almost perfectly symmetrical/
Cheshire grin of a moon tonight/
above the iced roof of the house
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127254
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We are a city of overworked workers.
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12722019
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Threads of sadness in the hands, in the touch
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127287
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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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12721710
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the moon tops the monolith
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127220
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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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127242
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It was almost like I was dreaming, he is saying, my visit to the ruins of the factory that made the first Narrative Machines.
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127297
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Is it my imagination, or is her chair afraid of her?
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