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Tonight’s concert was called Desert.
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The gulls/
have somehow mastered the art//
of avoiding the nooses of six-pack/
plastic rings
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of anything if that's the way you feel your love must go down, off its last nut before the big victimizing crash of the end of days and flowers. But watch out for thosethorn bushes that grow from forgotten holes in the ground.…
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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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The weather, mid-sixties now,
will take its toll on
this singular voice.
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"Did you see any action?" I ask, hoping for a story. He points to a scar ripping through the chevron on his left arm but says nothing.
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A kind of sucking darkness into
A kind of noir celebration of despair
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"The food tastes kind of...off."
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As we follow the trail and things snap beneath our feet, I tell myself that the snapped things take pleasure, find purpose even, in the sounds they make with my soles.
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This was why the man on the bicycle was still in time to turn his head to her because he thought it was his sister who lived in California, because she wore the same jacket and in his inattentiveness almost ran over another cyclist.
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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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Last time I saw the American Dream was Tuesday, down at the Unemployment Office. He was looking pretty worn out, as if being unemployed for over a year was finally getting to him.
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Last night, but not really night, I woke up to a huge clattering crash! I reached for my weapon (wouldn't you like to know) and jumped out of soft and cozy, holding myself in my best "I'm-not-afraid-of-you" stance.
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Something is clearly wrong with them and we're supposed to socialize them.
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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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I keep the book when the lessons are done, go through the pages Momma skipped over...
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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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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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it’s okay, you can come inside me
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Your father's remembrance and memorial would be inappropriate for me to attend. never mind the truth the searing…
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POETRY IS DEGENERACY / IS A DISGUSTING HABIT
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This was not a good sign, comforting gestures from strangers were bad omens.
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Duffy struck an adversarial tone from the outset, offering up a first poem about improper expenses submitted by members of Parliament that ruffled feathers across party lines.
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when I take the time/now to remember/
you have become/a thousand page/memory book
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Gringovitch sat on the big leather chair in Olivia’s suite. Before him on a coffee table were the nude sketches he’d made of her earlier that day.
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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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