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As being ebbs it deepens. The mind grows truant. We inhabit a permanent Saturday.
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109230
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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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109210
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Mr. Townsend is a normal guy. He's been on auto pilot a while. When he finally snaps out of it, he's surprised at what he finds.
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109298
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I'm pulled in by the music
like a rogue wave
and he has no idea I'm drowning...
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109230
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On my second trip home from the University of Illinois down state in Urbana, it was during our break between semesters, I remember it was a particularly freezing cold and miserable January (1963.) I had a date with Lynda.
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109233
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"..sneezing repeatedly into an obviously saturated cocktail napkin,.."
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109254
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My father is the kind of man to shout at you /
just because you took the wrong road /
at least the road that he’s not used to...
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109278
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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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“I was thinking about the other night.” He said from the living room. She could hear his work boots scrape and creak across the old wood floors, and the sound of his weight landing on the couch, then the snap of the lighter as he lit the pipe and…
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109121
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This is Bop even if you think it doesn't sound like that.
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109132
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My memory is like tracks in the snow. My memory is cookie dough. My memory is dirty tube socks.
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109100
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Slowly, she eased me
into my place
where I melted
into the dark seat
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109166
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You had autumn in your hair
I liked the way you sat at a table
And drank champagne
My past years have carried me
To sixteen countries
Christ, we have so much to share
Listen, I know how the other half lives
And we can’t live like that an
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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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109131
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I hope my blonde down still beats in your heart, and the black crescent curved under, you will remember, and I would move toward your window where my own heart lay in a dish, with the thick valley lifting.
Remember, I crossed and uncrossed my legs f
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109100
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As Zoë says, “You and your musician friends drink in industrial quantities.”
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109132
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Palinode: A poem written to retract something said in a prior poem.
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109140
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like a hundred cracks of thunder / or my brain seizing up, going all floppy on me ...
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109121
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A door in the hallway, with 30E in brass letters glinting dully on its polished surface, lying sideways on the floor like a beacon.
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As the pastor of a small southern church, I'm often asked by our younger members about this prickly notion of global warming. They herd around me, as adolescents are prone to do, and they ask me, “Dear father, is this something that we should fear, these…
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"I love you.”“Night.”Back at the screen door she answers “What?” I stand under her nose and say “Box is out of juice.” Inside she sits me on the black and white polka-dotted sofa we make love around here and there.…
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"Too many people were presenting themselves in a false light on lunch dates,” she says. “The power ties on the men, the come-you-know-what-me pumps on the women–that’s not what married life is about.”
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109153
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The world follows me everywhere. I can’t get rid of it. I’m being stalked by a planet.
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109011
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You fall with your eyes closed because otherwise you wouldn't dare.
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It’s the longing from another life inside that pulls me along by the fine hairs below my navel (at the exposed midriff) and by the short blonde hair at my neck, and by the dense bunch between my legs, if you can imagine. It’s the longing of the love I’v
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Dancing at the pavilion leads to sex. A nectar builds up around the heart (damp curl of hair at the neck.) The heart does not know what it cannot have. It is dumb and does not know. But I, for one, hope that it never learns and becomes numb.
There i
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Musing on female beauty I came up with this: it makes my dick hard. And if that's a bit crude, well, hell, I'm dead. Want to sue me? Back when the clans were at one with the earth, circa goo-gobs of long years B.C., female beauty meant…
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“This isn’t fair!” I rail to my late wife. “It’s all right for you, why not me?” She never answers me directly. Not in whispers, or with knocks, or even dreams.
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The damaged lining of this awkward appellation is just bewitching, begging of the light test prod — OW! and then stern mastery: Introducing the cruelly hooked thumb with ragged nail, plunging up, ripping into and down…
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