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No One The city he abandoned lies below him. It's been years, so many tears. He admires the remains of the White City, The Shed, rooted ahead. He jaunts through Roosevelt Train station, hassled by the acrid stench pollinating the area. I…
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I thought
we ended things a long time ago
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The three kings decide to leave their kingdoms, all on their own without family, retainers, armies or servants, and wander about the middle east carrying valuable items.
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The sun was a dish of burnished courage
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Here comes the bus. It’s going to Tuscany and is full of pronouns: he, she, me, you, it, them, us, we, and you again.
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B developed a thick emulsion that he paints onto the pieces of meat on which he prints photographs.
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"Take the other arm, Jonas! Take the other arm," I said, laughing. "Make me a better god!"
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If I was a bum
I’d risk everything
For a drink or a smoke.
I would beg and curse and steal
If I was a bum.
If I was a bum
I would cuss out the Pope.
I would not vote for anyone
Because I would know truly
They’d be telling gross lies.
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I am from slow diagnoses, impatience and parents skeptical of New York City doctors. I am from tall buildings, yogurt shakes, and envy for my brother's asthma machine. I am from here, stay away from there, don't get too close, be careful at the edge, the…
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Suddenly you've got something to do on Sundays -
Wake up early and dress your best.
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By the time the third car disappeared, Bud had noticed sudden lulls in the breeze, rain microbursts from otherwise blue skies, cold humid calms that trailed him around the junk.
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III. The entire place was dusty and rocky, much different from my home. Pockets of power, heat, had proven to be dangerous and inhospitable, sometimes even volatile. It was not the first sign that I…
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or.
Have you ever contemplated smashing someone's face to The Stooges' Fun House?
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I have constructed this emotion with tinfoil and stilts. I wear the mask of a typewriter. I have roots in Minnesota. I have a glass hat and a junkyard monstrosity pregnant with parables.
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Listening for a chain saw with one ear and to Todd and the trooper with the other, I’m trying to hustle up and finish my business - sweating in my coat and sweatshirt - and I think this: not so silly now, is it, this invisible or being able to fly choice?
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It sits there, watching, waiting, multiple cycles over.
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st. paul is steeped in fog.
mist and rain make the north side a grainy
faded photograph, almost timeless.
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It's early spring and rains leave miniature ponds not deep but attractive to a Drake and Mallard pair moving into the neighborhood settling quacking down. Not sensing transience in their comfortable puddle they get on swimmingly bottom…
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They take the blue man out on a stretcher, stiff in cyanotic repose until the paramedics shake him. He sits bolt upright, startled, confused, indignant. ‘Lazarus?' I ask. ‘Argyria. Happens every fucking time he naps on the …
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Made sense then, should have written it down - But I fell back to sleep instead
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Like the Lady Miss Kier, I believe in the power of love. I believe.
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The sky was dressed in a wedding gown. The hooves of my horse clicked like consonants on the stone of the butte.
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"..sneezing repeatedly into an obviously saturated cocktail napkin,.."
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skin is soft and too easily sliced away
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My man’s got a habit that’s kinda strange.
I’ve got a feeling he’s never gonna change.
Whenever I take a trip,
when I git back, my underwear’s ripped.
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Number the herd. Number/
the baskets after harvest./
Note the reappearance of the moon/
after its short absence.
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The banality of his own state of boredom, a luxury to be satiated with violence, to hack with an axe the exposed neck of his friend.
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The waitress appears and Fred gives her a big smile and th3 once over. It's no wonder he's had so many women in his life while I've . . . uh . . . read a lot of books.
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A ten-ton bus with ill-manners going slow
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Kiln dried mummies, landscape of once were alpacas. / Now all the wool is farmed in Alva
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