1269 5 4
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There I saw a man
Lowering his head
Close to the plate
And just wolfing down
His cake
And that was all he ate
It was like
Solace
He was enjoying it
So much
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1269 2 2
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I whispered, “I love you”
and then, “Goodbye”
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1269 10 5
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The light they love to hate so much is always pulsating within each life; the unbelievable color sword of what happens next when any two people find each other in their hearts and all pretense is somehow gone, for at…
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1269 5 2
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...the completeness of pleasure tantamount to the end of all process...
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1269 3 3
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Being burned with a branding iron really hurts. Everyone must have voted for the Forge because next thing I knew there was only God on TV
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1269 3 2
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He paid the price for being a dick when he tried to write. The Muse did not care for violent behavior.
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1269 3 1
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“The moon is a monk,”
you said.
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1268 0 0
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Perhaps she’s also a do-gooder. One of those socially conscious, change-the-world type girls complete with a never ending supply of life’s own contagious enthusiasm.
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1268 4 2
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We're alone and besieged / by badness.
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1268 8 5
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The thrum and the thrust//
have beaten conviviality out of me.
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1268 7 5
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Just a lot of honking and hissing.
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1268 5 4
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I loved her when she first came calling in the sodden dawn of spring. She was a strange and dangerous flower. Together we drank up all the money. The days staggered away like drunks lurching down a flophouse hall.
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1268 3 1
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temporary objects of desire
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1268 0 0
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What can I offer you, White Moon?This full night lays black before your stoic assent—and Ibreathe my final breath, frantic—for you. I wait, damned,a bestial lover in the broken dark of the variety market, whisperinga word of forgiveness to an empty window. I…
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1268 2 2
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...She was my first, my only, she broke me in then brought me down. Alone now, I cycle through hundreds of variations of her image like a flip book narrating some abstract story. That’s all she is now to me, an incoherent melange of tints, saturations, an
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1268 1 1
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I drink the funeral in a dream. I give satisfaction in voice overs.
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1268 6 3
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Sorrow fences with fear and questions
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1267 5 1
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Samson was also somewhat in hopes that his son Jason would become engaged in this minor capitalist enterprise and 'turned around' in his life.
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1267 5 3
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And there on the street
Were a bunch of frantic pigeons
Picking over some discarded
Chicken bones
I mean they were really
Going to town on them
You know, frantic
Like there was no tomorrow
And then I saw it
A real sign of progress
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1267 2 0
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That’s not just a
trinket on her finger,
that’s a rock, a fortress,
a castle. No one
can scale those walls
except Joe Sixpack,
slumped beside her
at the airport.
They’re not a match.
I give it
5 years, max.
Not even.
Joe
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1267 4 1
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The cicadas hissed and chirruped until the air was thick with a noise like mechanical bedsprings bouncing for the 4th of July.
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1267 0 0
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Call it what you may but misfortune, bad luck, disaster, adversity and trials of different calibers can hit us at any time.We are human. We experience the ups and downs of life everyday. Out of a job, lack of money, health insurance and other luxuries that some people…
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1267 8 5
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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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1267 5 2
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The bathroom had exposed rusty pipework, A minty lemonade smell, Ice in the urinal, And a wall of stone-cold mirror. She put some lipstick on, but it looked fake under the lint-covered bulb dangling overhead. She wiped off the lipstick but…
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1267 2 1
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It was that awkward time when one didn’t know if the night’s lover wanted to see you again.
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1267 2 1
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“Lassie was a hack,” Jim the Wonder Dog says as he looks out over fields of soybeans. “She couldn’t act her way out of a 25 pound bag of Purina Dog Chow."
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1267 0 0
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I ran down the list of reasons she might be calling. She could be bankrupt, having a mid-life crisis, or maybe had a terminal illness. Either way I was clueless, as I had absolutely no emotional bond with the woman I came out of.
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1267 5 2
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She didn't know why she thought the ring wouldn't fit her finger, but it slid on easily and effortlessly, coming to rest in the old familiar place it always had, the groove that had worn in her finger after seven years of wearing it. She hadn't worn it in a few months,…
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1267 1 0
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Believe me, I would run if I could, but there seems to be a low haze of molasses clinging to my ankles.
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1267 1 1
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As clever as clean bed sheets
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