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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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We call it the alley of the shadows, the low sunless concavity of earth between the stalks, the acrid scent of the ripened arrow-points.
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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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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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My name's Barbara and don't call me Barbie if you want to be my friend.
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I keep the book when the lessons are done, go through the pages Momma skipped over...
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never have i wanted/ to stay in one place long,/ flight inspired to escape/ existential ennui--
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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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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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One day, Dasha confessed to Igor that she had an incurable illness: Purple emptiness.
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The gulls/
have somehow mastered the art//
of avoiding the nooses of six-pack/
plastic rings
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POETRY IS DEGENERACY / IS A DISGUSTING HABIT
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It was then an angel was sent to provide assistance and guidance. After the first time, with the radio show, the woman could almost feel her presence. When she did not know what to do, or needed help or to encourage others, when her own will and words wer
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I saw blood. The walls of the bar were completely covered in red shag carpeting. Had I been thrown back in time to the Seventies? It felt as if I had entered Hell itself. No, this was not Hell. This was the Aryan-Brotherhood's version of the movie Shaft. I…
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It was in the good and strange middle spring and the rain kept announcing itself on the doorsteps and the railings of the town. As it bounced off of infrastructure and the top of eighteen wheeled trucks, rather than die little deaths, the drops found their way into the…
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In the neon light and barroom shadows,
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Ben woke in a black mood. His head was ready to explode and his throat was raw
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His eyes begin to glisten like hot green wax pooling around the
wick
of a
pretty little candle.
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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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Let your father stay
through that dinner
when his mistress needed him,
while your mother was on the verge.
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I don't have to show you how to fly. I don't even know who you are still possibly trying to be in this crazy grounded world. But the words make us family. I can't help that or what you might do with that public tweet tweet…
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Tomorrow we will eat it in anger.
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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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There are two, though, that stayed for more than just a little while: Marvin and Oscar. Marvin was married and that's all I have to say about that. Oscar wasn't and it seemed as though he wasn't planning on getting married either. What a petty man he was.
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when I take the time/now to remember/
you have become/a thousand page/memory book
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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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Concrete coffeecake
drumbeat gyrate
Andy Rooney ran a meter.
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an island hidden in the sound holds treasure
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