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130511
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never have i wanted/ to stay in one place long,/ flight inspired to escape/ existential ennui--
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130542
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Paul and Mary Jo lived in an apartment at the top of a long, dark flight of stairs that were so high, I remember as if it were yesterday thinking, the night she pushed him down the stairs, he would surely be dead by the time he hit the landing at the…
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130510
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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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130500
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When the lore of the land could no longer hold the minds of men, they turned their eyes to places where they expected to find no other gaze.
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130521
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Tonight’s concert was called Desert.
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130550
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Bitter the sun when it is in Hades
High fans meaning nothing keep the heat down
but the nitre keeps burning
So glows the gloss and high sheen on the skin
Foreheads exhibit thought
though the eyes are crossed
and at night, butterflies i
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1305129
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The gulls/
have somehow mastered the art//
of avoiding the nooses of six-pack/
plastic rings
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130410
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They say that air traffic control is stressful work and I guess it is for some people. It did require a lot of concentration but that never bothered me much. I could keep the position, bearing and altitude of a couple of dozen aircraft in my head without
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130400
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Perhaps she’s also a do-gooder. One of those socially conscious, change-the-world type girls complete with a never ending supply of life’s own contagious enthusiasm.
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130400
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An hour later, we're no closer to the tunnel. In our rental car, we're just two in a school of a thousand fish skimming the edge of the island. Go with the flow, we keep saying to each other. We're just going with the flow. …
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130401
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It looks like Arizona, like a desert with secrets. The bed unfolded and she was being good today. She would be good, no matter how he moved and laughed she would be a lady. The names of the flowers escaped her, flowers she'd always known. All she saw were waterlilies.…
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130400
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Last week I heard that there is a new horror movie out about Abe Lincoln, with the plot of the film involving the tallest of presidents hunting down vampire bats with his axe while suspending habeas corpus, writing lame speeches about the freedom of man, restoring the…
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130431
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"The food tastes kind of...off."
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130444
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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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130430
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I turn the corner and come face to face with Ed, who's stark naked at the kitchen sink. He chugs a glass of hot tap water from a measuring cup and belches loudly. “Good morning,” he says, as he pisses in the sink. “I drink 6 cups of hot tap…
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130441
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This time is different. The dream doesn’t continue with endless walking.
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130453
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In the neon light and barroom shadows,
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130472
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"The tundra was as cold and barren as Mother Theresa's womb."
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130410
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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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130400
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They are kind of cool though I’ll admit…pretty types with perfect angles and poise and judicial daddies and shade tree homes, holding their books preciously against their tight bodies as if they’re into academics or something.
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130422
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I keep the book when the lessons are done, go through the pages Momma skipped over...
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130422
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for Tracy ThornYou don't need a song about fixed stars, you needa reason to be glad stars are here. Themoon's always been around, but not always like the friend you want,until now. Don't throw it all away becauseyou are too sad to care. You've come into your own. Allthings…
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130431
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And the urban sprawl doesn’t hesitate. All around me, I taste the aftermath of bricks, dust and dirt, freshly laid concrete slabs.
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130431
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But I sense a tremor in your soul as well, young friend, a yearning of some sorts.
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130441
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We call this game the end of the world...
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130422
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Let your father stay
through that dinner
when his mistress needed him,
while your mother was on the verge.
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130420
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With some of these guys it was like propping a kid on a training-wheel bike, then steering the kid down the street til he figured out what to do next. Tricks would come into the bar. Roanne had a smile for all but the dregs…
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130475
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One day, Dasha confessed to Igor that she had an incurable illness: Purple emptiness.
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130353
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POETRY IS DEGENERACY / IS A DISGUSTING HABIT
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