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The weather, mid-sixties now,
will take its toll on
this singular voice.
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129600
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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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129665
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129630
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A kind of sucking darkness into
A kind of noir celebration of despair
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129631
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"The food tastes kind of...off."
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129620
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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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129622
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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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129630
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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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129600
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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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129631
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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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129622
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“Miss Brown had spent the morning (was it just this morning? Or another?) purchasing parsnips and leafy green vegetables from the local grocers, when she was overcome by a wave of nausea. The world went black and she awoke in a windowless, doorless room.
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129600
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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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129631
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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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129600
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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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129643
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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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1296129
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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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129531
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This was not a good sign, comforting gestures from strangers were bad omens.
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129510
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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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129522
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Is this a tenure track position?
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129521
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I remember taking you to see all these sexy movies because it really built up the passion in you. I loved what you did to me when we got back home after those movies. That’s when we were just trying out our dating wings.
I don’t know if you knew how
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129521
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Listening too much to the night, with its whistles, bright lights of luminescent bursts like leaves on fire, or the raised ear of a cow in the purple mist, or the curled tail of a pig foraging in the night.
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129510
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Something is clearly wrong with them and we're supposed to socialize them.
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129510
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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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