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Outside cool fresh morning tiny fingers
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How many extinctions can we claim?/
Is someone keeping score?/
Somebody needs to keep the score
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The boys were his biggest nuisance. The unwashed guttersnipes poured into the park early, all shoeless and half shirtless. He only imagined how thick the fleas must be in their thick tangle of hair, of which only two didn’t have covered with a cap with an
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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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109244
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They pull up to the curbside and he jumps out
to shake the hands in that familiar men’s
grasp/shake they do when saluting each other.
If that isn’t his daughter it should be, the one
sitting in his car, with her door wide open.
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Upstairs, in a room where some years later, the occupant would be murdered by his lover, I sat in my skivvies in an armchair and wondered if I should call my wife.
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109255
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I was supposed to write a history of the old world and expose the selfish ones who use their best kept love for evil against the good little witches of childhood, but it made no sense to me to go after them in that obvious a way. They…
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Periodically I try to vacuum up their eight-legged asses but they hide in the cable drop.
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109222
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The new members were asked to stand up and say their names. One obnoxious, pushy woman from L.A. stood up and said, "Ama Torrent, and I'm an alcoholic."
The roomful of people started murmuring.
Suddenly a man in his late fifties shot out of his chai
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109250
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I remember seeing five young losers standing outside this bar, smoking cigarettes in their baggy shorts and flip-flops, giving the occasional high-fives. They weren’t even eating their calzone, and I was getting upset about it. (I hadn’t eaten the whole
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109222
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...Yet today, I fear /
ordinary names for fantastic objects: Sex, Love, Mind.
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The white moon is dangling
by a thread tonight.
I close my eyes
and listen to it undress.
Your halo fell around your ankles
and you became see-through,
but there’s a vast gulf between being pretty,
and pretty dangerous.
Still, I’ve s
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His will is whole, inviolate,
and wholly full of possibility.
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the dark brown cloaked warden stands on his lofty perch
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109111
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Trenches coated with man-gruel laced the earth.
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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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109122
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By the basement washtubs, I watched him skin a squirrel:
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109100
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Wanted: Woman with wit, repartee skills, education and looks. Conversation, verbal dualing and ??? Respond to Seeker.
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109111
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We are diminished by our desire
for innocence, and we debase those who
possess it.
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109100
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At the week's end, memories may come to you Of weekends same as those just gone before, That fade away from seeing as a tide's grey flue, That vanishes once travelled to a shifting shore: Still, hope you'll know a girl for an hour anew, One who fades…
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and we spun you, / spun you!
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109165
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You don’t want to tango with me, she said.
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109121
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Ever the chance we were given, with luck always, fate. At least we engendered the song and the drink. Having sailed from the goddess of sensual love, having the best throw that beauty allowed, now you can call it will, though some will call it hate.
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109166
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Look. There's just you and me, that's all that's left. All the rest of them had already given up a long, long time ago. They dropped their precious, colorful dreams like rusted railroad lanterns, like abandoned pumpkins, and littered the Twitching…
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109144
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The scarred heart pumps its viscous blood.
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109132
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Rain dressed for winter, a win, she thought
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My mind fabricated the smell of gunpowder as I pushed down.
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Isaac Beauregard Lyons woke with a start as he heard the slamming of a pickup truck door then a curse from someone down on his front lawn. “Damn it Mike, be quiet!” someone shouted.
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