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each vertebra is a golden cavalier, brave in upright vigilance; stoic heroes.
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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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The same, some things you Can't explain, most trees Have felt it go bone dry at the roots before. I've learned to let love Go bye bye. You think they don't Want to answer your pathetic knocks, But they're…
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It was the most prestigious cashier position in the entire state!
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“You know, Miss Viv, I love looking at the sun when it’s almost gone. It kinda looks like an orange and apple squished together. Those are the colors. And the puffy clouds under it look like a bed. It’s going to sleep."
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“Outis of Utopia” my found name! / I'll inscribe it soon as the tide goes out.
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That was nearly two years and a thousand smiles ago.
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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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"I need a male friend, and I think I've found one."
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His thoughts drifted to when he was a kid, to the monthly trip to the barber.
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[My baloney has a first name: it's Oh, Ess, Cee, Ay -- shit! I forget the rest! Can we start over?]
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Dread and drudgery sour each day
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I am tripping on poetry.
Purple ink drips from my eyes like ergot of rye.
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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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If you had a choice, be a poet or not,
I’d suggest prose for the lines that you jot.
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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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Just a lot of honking and hissing.
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Opportunity, says Webster, is a, "favorable juncture of circumstances." In my Oxford book of quotations, there are seven famous lines about opportunity. Seven – that’s it! There are twenty-seven regarding failure. Seems it's been easier for the great
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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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It was that awkward time when one didn’t know if the night’s lover wanted to see you again.
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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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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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I whispered, “I love you”
and then, “Goodbye”
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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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Thérèse Defarge felt the first drop around ten.
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We call this game the end of the world...
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Vladimir walked down the little path next to the creek with us. I stopped along the way and picked off a sliver of some of the bedrock that was sticking out alongside the narrow path, to take home with me as a souvenir of my family castle, just to be ab
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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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