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POETRY IS DEGENERACY / IS A DISGUSTING HABIT
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and then he began to sing, along with the ghostly villagers
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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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...he had that same grin, better than a racy French picture.
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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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The boy in the elevator with round glasses, /
who carried a newly-purchased broom, /
was tall and burdened with clothes
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It didn't matter if they burned or not.
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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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Words reach out of my mind for paradise. And come back with rocks.
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The Fat Man took a sip of whiskey, then replaced his glass on the table next to his fedora. …
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Speaking in tongues
untranslatable,
they move in experimental spacesuits,
uneasy in the other's gravity.
(To say nothing of the difficulty of dancing.)
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the ones that have seen
the other seasons,
let them set up the track
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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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I tell people that we leave out food for the creatures to appease the skunk gods.
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The alcohol is on my mind, on my mind, on my mind
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She laughed as she stuck up the word flaccid,
it kept falling down
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He saw in her something fierce and wild
and gently led her to
his open palm...
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Every spring, outside on the back deck, my mother and I have the same talk about how time flies, and she always waves her hand in the air as if swatting at a fly, but there's never anything there. She thinks the lilies will live all summer spread like a rainbow,…
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then something like a shark gnawing on a harpsichord. Her drum kit apparently is an entire laundromat. A pocketful of marbles spilling in rivulets, down a set of narrow linoleum steps, merrily as two warblers splashing in a birdbath. several octaves below
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The Bearcat 101 was a police scanner popular with a certain type during in the 1970s. Daddy was that exact type. I found the Bearcat in his apartment after he passed. His illness was a common one, the process gradual, implacable. No red and blue…
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During the night and in the fog of halfsleep Ben shifted and felt the weight of Miranda gone from him, the bed empty. In the quiet of the house he thought he heard a footstep and the soft shutting of a door, and as his eyes searched the dark he…
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it’s okay, you can come inside me
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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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Dread and drudgery sour each day
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The man who will lead you can be nothing
if not already found underneath the
light-heartedness of heaven, (dawn)
if not under the light-heartedness
of snow.
He would have to have happiness
already sewn into his soul.
He bears no burdens
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the silence of the hardwood floors
blisters into fragments
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... and August's drought/
will yellow lawns, singe the shrubs,/
and amplify cicada song.
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First have a good window seat
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Antique pens better allow an old soul to express what needs expressing.
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