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I am the ritual/
banalities of days numbered,/
numberless, and numb.
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136764
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Cold smoke from the crater
Breathes on our eyelashes;
The abysmal emptiness held
Its breath just once.
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136734
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Words reach out of my mind for paradise. And come back with rocks.
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136761
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[Lights up on CLAUDE. He's holding a letter, standing.]CLAUDE: Dear sir, We regret to inform you That your (that place with cream walls and dog hair…
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136743
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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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136611
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my soul is black and it's deep like heartbreak and heavy as stone and as thick as ink and it is pressing on top of me like last nights one night stand like dead weight so that I can't lift my arms or spread my legs it feels like I am walking through mud but it's…
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136644
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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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136611
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There is a false dawn,
when night still holds sway, but tempered with promise; anticipation.
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136633
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irretrievably we tell ourselves stories
irretrievably as beaded water slides off our skin
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136662
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I smell ham and biscuits
I ain't eatin' Triscuits
No more
No more, no more
Gonna get back on my Harley
With my mutt named Bisquick Charlie
I just ain't eatin’ Triscuits
No more, no more
And I heard you know the score
Yeah, I know you
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136620
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The flowerpots across the street from Frank’s room at the Place d’Armes Hotel never appeared parched by the late August sun.
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136653
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In the neon light and barroom shadows,
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136600
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each vertebra is a golden cavalier, brave in upright vigilance; stoic heroes.
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136610
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There's one graveyard for the part-timers and another for the full-timers. Ours is a little nicer, but we're still all going to hell. Do you remember St. Petersburg? No, you're memory's not that good.
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136600
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1366185
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another paper saving 55er
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1366158
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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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136520
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"I need a male friend, and I think I've found one."
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136511
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I am tripping on poetry.
Purple ink drips from my eyes like ergot of rye.
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136587
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136500
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an island hidden in the sound holds treasure
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1365113
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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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136575
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Just a lot of honking and hissing.
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136521
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Michiko never telephoned Frank from Washington or Chicago.
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136544
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Last night I decided to go through my bag of wind and sort things out. I'm a hoarder, and wind is no exception. I collect winds. I found two siroccos, five simooms, three foehns, eight Chinooks, ninety gales, thirty zephyrs, two nor'westers, a monsoon, a…
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136565
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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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136563
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It's lunch in the car time at 5:30 pm
The car sits next to the mattress delivery truck
in hope of receiving a blanket of shade
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136531
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There is something preposterous /
about existing in a universe so vast: /
Such a big playground for such tiny children, /
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136522
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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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