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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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130900
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The glamour of living in the Rebuilt Engine Capital of the World is meaningless to the young boys who roam its crowded streets after school, desperately looking for something to take their minds off their homework.
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130920
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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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130900
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130922
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I keep the book when the lessons are done, go through the pages Momma skipped over...
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130911
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never have i wanted/ to stay in one place long,/ flight inspired to escape/ existential ennui--
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130910
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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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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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130900
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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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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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My name's Barbara and don't call me Barbie if you want to be my friend.
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130821
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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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130853
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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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130822
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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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One day, Dasha confessed to Igor that she had an incurable illness: Purple emptiness.
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130841
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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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130700
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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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130700
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an island hidden in the sound holds treasure
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130700
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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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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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This time is different. The dream doesn’t continue with endless walking.
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130700
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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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At school, Joe knew the answers to the questions. He used to jump up onto his desk and wave his arm before Mrs. Gestapo told him he would have to stop or he would go to the principal’s office, where the other kids said that the principal made you pull d
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130722
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The boy in the elevator with round glasses, /
who carried a newly-purchased broom, /
was tall and burdened with clothes
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130700
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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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