1349 5 5
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Meaning is harder to sell, unless it’s an analysis of why there is a Justin Bieber.”
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1349137
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I find Vermeer and Bach and feel/
for a moment a shower of my own world’s/
prismatics.
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134942
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Concrete coffeecake
drumbeat gyrate
Andy Rooney ran a meter.
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134944
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I will always remember that
picture of you in your
bright blue summer dress,
with your arms spread out
against a wooden fence in
Central Park.
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134975
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Just a lot of honking and hissing.
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134911
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Here is a not remembering
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134941
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It is not simple to love in two places, and I have always been a restless woman waiting for signs. Then you appeared walking on my very grave while the stars aligned themselves in patterns of celestial light. I have watched the moon eclipse with you drawing breath…
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134952
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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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134922
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I whispered, “I love you”
and then, “Goodbye”
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134911
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Jack Krackenthorpe, Director-General of MI-5, sat alone drinking tea in Lee Ho Fook, a third-rate Chinese restaurant in Soho a mile from his Curzon Street office.
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134900
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"It all began with a painting," I said. "Mostly blue. Acrylic. Naturalistic in a modern sense. She was stylized but recognizable, and her breasts were exposed. Everyone could see her disordered skirt. The painter was a fan of Herrick.
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134911
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There is an air of sulfur about you. I cannot tell if / it emanantes from you, or it is the stink of your clothes / from having been in hell for so long.
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134921
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The Fat Man took a sip of whiskey, then replaced his glass on the table next to his fedora. …
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134900
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That was nearly two years and a thousand smiles ago.
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134832
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[VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.]
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134832
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... she’d stolen her boyfriend away from her, leaving her with a goldfish and a cat. Oh, and a pillow and some lights, she added. And I can’t really see you, because I’m blind.
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1348159
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Dread and drudgery sour each day
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134881
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If you had a choice, be a poet or not,
I’d suggest prose for the lines that you jot.
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134844
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They pull up to the curbside and he jumps out
to shake the hands in that familiar men’s
grasp/shake they do when saluting each other.
If that isn’t his daughter it should be, the one
sitting in his car, with her door wide open.
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134854
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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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134821
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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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134865
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"Poets are damned but they are not blind, they see with the eyes of the angels."--William Carlos WilliamsThere is something beautiful I want to say to you that doesn't seem to make much more sense in a box of clever words like this one. It feels closer to…
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134865
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They got slices of greasy salami
On top of round mini carrots, celery
Pepperoncini, slices of sweet pickles
They got cinder block walls
A Tiki Bar with glasses hanging
Upside down from the stemware over the bar
They got wood paneling, cottag
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134843
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the sand is hot to walk upon so you must run if caught there w/out footwear. it is like a painter has colored the sea and made parts of it dark blue yet other areas green. little birds jump around the fine grain world and that is when you wonder where they came…
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134822
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I wonder what it would be like to dog-paddle in the middle of the ocean.
I wonder how Jean Auguste Ingres got the flesh tones for “Odalisque.”
I wonder if bees have dreams.
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134810
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Me leaving is not the confirmation of all your fears. It is not. It's because of them.
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134843
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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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134822
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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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134732
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His thoughts drifted to when he was a kid, to the monthly trip to the barber.
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134741
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Whisper salutations to your irises
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