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You slit your eyes and flick your cigarette in front of an oncoming car. I see how easily you could be that oncoming car.
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soap smells tangy, but/I wouldn’t eat it: scent and/nutrition diverge.
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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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I knew there was something wrong with the sunset when I woke up.
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this orient tide come occident: this roll of wreck and reckoned eyes that fathomless are found or made to find her keep within the tight shut shell in soundings deeper than the plumblined soul these western waves gone east: these…
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I'm staying in swinging all night
Hell not just all night but every night
I can possibly sink my teeth into
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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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Number the herd. Number/
the baskets after harvest./
Note the reappearance of the moon/
after its short absence.
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Humanity comes without a choice
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A ten-ton bus with ill-manners going slow
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Inspector Paumé hung up the telephone. He looked at Dan Arris, who was staring out the window, shook his head and walked into the bathroom one more time to gaze upon the naked dead body of Claudia Monschaud.
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As being ebbs it deepens. The mind grows truant. We inhabit a permanent Saturday.
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Left by a melting snowbank: Cup lids, pine needles, a cairn of dog shit, And the grey soggy shape Of an eyeless winter bird. His breast is an old accordion Gone to rot in an old…
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We are impressed and cheer them on/
in their struggle against the wild/
and unkempt ravages of nature
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The falcon cannot hear the falconer. The rain comes down in sheets.
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Poets die every day but are seldom in position to put the experience to literary merit.
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Sometimes the universe is a coin flipping so fast it’s hard to see which side is polished and shiny.
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In the tang of winter warm
and summer cool,
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Two lovers — their genders / faces / social identities / etc. up to the viewer’s imagination (though I caution you, dear reader, not to imagine yourself in this role due to the psychic intensity of the following passages) — writhe against each other
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I change things without notice for himto make sure he's ready for the corporate world. It's no longer our goal to watch cartoonswe must now focus on breakfastthenaction figures. "But Daddy," he says. "I likecartoons." "I know it hurts," I say."But…
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Traffic, no need to be in a hurry.
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There’s not enough time because we come back to the things we never learn and forget them.
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Sea of indifference
Coming and going
Never committing
Like a fickle lover that erodes a hopeful heart
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2008Not a bubble burstbut a trust ruptured.The guilty don't survivebut, rather, thrive. 2011The monied are superior.They game the system well.As we work harder, longer,their paper fortunes swell.2017Marie and Louie were monied once.The Romanovs as well.Fast as blades and…
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I’m crouched behind my apartment window, practically going crazy.
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After too much
I had forgotten how to fly.
There was a small owl with me
on the old dirt road by the wind.
It was a very dark gray,
like an ash.
Its beak moved, it opened and shut,
opened and closed,
but I had also forgotten the language
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The intergenerational composition of many vacation rentals can lead to strife, as jokes that win laughs among the elderly fall flat on teen ears, and the satirical humor of adolescents is perceived by senior citizens as “flip”.
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Fabulous birds perched nearby, where we were. In their memory there goes the little god, original, in the midst of it all, happiness like anything near the river-mouth. Letting yourself dabble in the femaleness of it. In the lower world or on the playin
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She had some fascinatingif incongruoustwins of swing hips.Her eyes made me thinkof opium densof fast women without a twitch,the sweet despair of gentlemen loserswith their 19th centuryhandbooks of moralityand witchcraft. But she only wanted mefor my Fuji Red…
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Couldn’t
we
just
do
a
quick
ie
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