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134831
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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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134822
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Often I want to kiss their lips
Drink in every word they have written
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134811
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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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134722
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There it was
One abandoned high heel shoe on the sidewalk
Could have been
Some kind of robbery
Though
Maybe it was just
The beginning of the
Walk of shame
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134741
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Whisper salutations to your irises
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134710
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There are these unspoken zones,where everybody is corrupt,and everybody is a con artist.Half the people are frauds,and the other half are phonies.Each person trying to outwit the next person,while everybody else tries to pick each others' pocket.Simultaneously and…
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134796
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" No honest poet can ever feel quite sure of the permanent value of what he has written: he may have wasted his time and messed up his life for nothing."--T.S. EliotI think, okay now I know, the poem's starting to wear off. But I'm alive, at least…
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134721
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We all heard the audible skill you had, speaking smoothly of our lives, saying audibly what has driven us, who are huge with night, rising with its origin inside, and clear water running past, beyond, behind, and after us.
To honor, to fear utteranc
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134711
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There is a false dawn,
when night still holds sway, but tempered with promise; anticipation.
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134740
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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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134700
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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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134700
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Antique pens better allow an old soul to express what needs expressing.
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134722
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I keep the book when the lessons are done, go through the pages Momma skipped over...
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134741
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We call this game the end of the world...
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134787
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Did you really think you were going to cure cancer with that poem?
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134700
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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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134797
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I COULD always sleep. Go "home" now and sleep. My body and my fetus—who complain of this torture—would appreciate sleep. I have something to do that is not sleep. I have something to do that is not sleep. I have to try to wake.
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134630
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The river was frigid. Branches, empty cans, and used condoms float past me.I lost my jacket when I became snagged on a tree branch. My shoes are gone. My skin is blue-grey, as are my lips and fingernails. I've been face-down in this river for two…
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134611
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I am tripping on poetry.
Purple ink drips from my eyes like ergot of rye.
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134600
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an island hidden in the sound holds treasure
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134694
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then all crawl out from the wreckage
to begin a dance lasts all night
so by morning we'll be tired
surprised we're still upright
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134633
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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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134600
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After all, if she could get through World War II with no more than a couple of letters and numbers on her arm, she could, sure as hell, get through this.
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134600
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the gambling priest stands in the morning fog/red moon hangs in the sky/the army of seven houses marches over the hill
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134610
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From my office window, I watch the trains roll in and out of the city. Sometimes I catch a glimpse of passengers staring out windows as the train slows, the ones who have another destination. I've been on those trains before, ones that took me far away from all that…
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134622
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It didn't matter if they burned or not.
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134696
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Sonia banks on hidden things in the minds of other people, whereas I bank on what I know.
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