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130887
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Did you really think you were going to cure cancer with that poem?
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130753
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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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130720
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"I need a male friend, and I think I've found one."
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130721
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There’s an account of roasting inward, holding myself like a rock inflamed, my inward joy rotting my veins. How was I supposed to go on loving anything after you? Like a pigeon hated at home, awaiting your passionate kisses? Knowing how your classical k
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130700
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Her eyes creaked open in the misty morning sun seeping through my dusty window. From her facial expression, I could tell she thought I was watching her sleep, but really I had just woken up and coincidentally looked over at the exact moment she did. I decided against …
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130751
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no rule says an imaginary friend has to be a good one
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130740
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We light cigarettes, take turns putting them out on each other's arms, legs, anywhere hard without a mark. It's living, he says, it's better to know you're alive than feel nothing at all. My brother is two years older than you, I was thinking on Tuesday,…
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130721
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The beer on the shore is
Lapping at the foam of memory
And I can’t sit still
Until I take my pill
Karma Wash, Hog Wash and Swill
I went to the top of the heap
At the bottom of the Hill
I saw a bum’s sign that read:
“Will eat dog food for
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130700
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This was how he circumnavigated people, bartering like a viking setting prices on the edge of an ax-blade.
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130720
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How many years has he dreamed he would be home again?
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130751
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For those of you who come quickly as darts in black atmosphere, a bittersweet half. I'd like to be forgiven, for these thoughts which racket my insides, a tennis ball of occupancy. This yielding of song: a sip: sorting my business through the shield. No way of bartering the…
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130743
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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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130700
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“Honorable condominium association members,” the leader begins. “I apologize for not having a PowerPoint slide show tonight, but me and my muchachos travel light.”
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130722
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He said, “It was only after I broke my neck and even like maybe a year later that I really started realizing that I had something to say.”
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130741
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"...and time came hurtling behind him, gripped his shoulder/ jumped clean over him like a buck goat/ the world aged but he did not/ he spent his afternoons in an old car with fake leather seats/ drank cold beer under the olive trees/ or lay in a hammock/
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130621
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The blue of the sky pierced her heart. She patted her lips with her tongue and turned to him. “We have to talk.”
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130600
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gods aren’t going to help you son
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130611
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I had put the child's wagon, which had been red once, back together again. “Honey”, I said, “I found out the garbagemen will pick up concrete this month.” So, I put…
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130621
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summon the chamois to hyperspace
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130600
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Do you know what it is to crave something? Of course you do. But this was different. This was beyond craving.
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130600
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Avant-garde morning sun floated through bay windows, the illumination cascaded and curled and descended the air ripples which emanated from the oscillating fan in the corner. Gathered on the rug the light hovered in anxious intensity. Suspended dust- jelly was…
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130621
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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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130600
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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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130671
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The new poetry
comes in shining
metal boxes
covered in glass
so you can peer in.
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130610
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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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130600
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This will take forever. I’ll never get to Antibes to meet Isabella, much less make it to Marseille to deliver the picture and then catch the overnight train to Paris. I may have to call Jean-Claude Lyon, the orchestra manager of the Monte Carlo orchestra,
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When I was in high school, we had a prom. The juniors were paired with the seniors; and when I was a senior, I recall meeting my date for the first time. You can imagine she was not enthralled.
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