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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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We call this game the end of the world...
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Did you really think you were going to cure cancer with that poem?
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I come up and out of the hole onto a village street in the middle of a parade celebrating the arachnid god.
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The second time I watched him, I helped him carry her to the woods. [100 words].
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“The moon is a monk,”
you said.
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She said it feels wrong. Too wet, she said. I snickered, she smacked.
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I am tripping on poetry.
Purple ink drips from my eyes like ergot of rye.
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at the front of the bus/ sways a white-veiled woman:/ gnarled hands upon/ a bag of palms,
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I ate 3 pieces of a broken heart
I wonder who ate the rest?
They may have eaten the best
I don’t know and can’t even start
To wonder how it got in such a mess
3 pieces of a broken heart
You could tell it just fell apart
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the cocksucking of strategic death planning
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I’d say something I didn’t mean, then she’d say something she didn’t mean, and on and on until one of us came up dry and would be forced to—take exception to something the other had said, to take it seriously.
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The virgins smirk / //
We got medieval on their asses
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They are kind of cool though I’ll admit…pretty types with perfect angles and poise and judicial daddies and shade tree homes, holding their books preciously against their tight bodies as if they’re into academics or something.
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Gotta ask myself what I’m doing here. What keeps me tied. Caged. What is it?
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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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I told about the time during the early part of WW II when I shook hands with a member of the Flying Tigers. He was home on leave, and he stopped by to see my dad, who had been his scout master.
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I. The sun's corona. Empty boxes near the firehouse. Red birth. A bird's lost wing. II. The bitterness of littleness. Apples in a pile.Early love.A spider, swinging. III. A father's harshness.Twelve bills unpaid. Leaves in a crevice. A dream…
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He is sleek with hearts and I see a different name etched onto each one.
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Sorrow fences with fear and questions
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I'm standing on a toilet, trapped behind a stall. Watching Father U mop up the blood.
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Goodbye comes in stages. At first you recognize that you will “miss” someone when they are gone. Then you have to accept the fact that they are leaving. And finally accept the fact that they are gone; and not particularly in that order. If only it
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Lyrics, rap, spoken word, poetryActivating this and thatCorner of my mind, flippingSwitches, turning onLights, opening windowsPushing stale air from a parking garage.An intimation, or implicationOf fresh air comingBehind, chasing oldDead things ahead of it.The way the…
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The only resolution I ever kept was when I said I wasn't going to create any more resolutions, and now I'm going to break that one.
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It looks like Arizona, like a desert with secrets. The bed unfolded and she was being good today. She would be good, no matter how he moved and laughed she would be a lady. The names of the flowers escaped her, flowers she'd always known. All she saw were waterlilies.…
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The thrum and the thrust//
have beaten conviviality out of me.
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"You are stuck in the past like the jiggling leather of that wrestler's skin."
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To assist you in recalling some of Episode One of - "A Poem by Jasmine Coriander-Semolina": My head lifted up slowly as I looked up through a gaussian blur of fragrant incense smoke and saw she was crying. She whispered that her daughter, Pastina, was last…
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I hear the undying screams of the children outside.
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