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You're trying to attract visitation in a small quarter with pearls in both your lobes. Only half of what you say is true. The red lipstick shines through like a brad on white paper, a voice, soprano. The half I tend to appreciate squanders & squalls. This is the ride…
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"Time is an ocean, but it ends at the shore. You may not see me tomorrow."--Bob DylanThey're writing poems, but not for me. Guess I'll write one for my own. For nobody that I know now. It's a pretty lonely world for someone who sings, not you, not with…
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one will become a tobacco king;
another will steal copper plumbing on moonlessnights.
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111611
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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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This is Bop even if you think it doesn't sound like that.
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111532
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Roaming beetles
knitting needles
chopstick counter attack.
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111531
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In one section of the map C climbs a staircase.
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111541
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“Namaste,” I say as I hand the guy his ticket. “The divinity within me salutes the divinity within you. Have a nice freaking day.”
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111511
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We are diminished by our desire
for innocence, and we debase those who
possess it.
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Alright is alright but alright is a state of mind, right?
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111544
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The world hasn't ended. Your part in it is still ongoing. The going on world hasn't winked out. Every possibility is still out there. In there, out there, it doesn't matter where you are. The here and now claims you for its only tribe. They only want someone to tell them…
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The east wind probes through the eaves, pushing at the walls, as though it wants to drag us out into the cold, to swallow us whole.
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a fat crow rapturously caws over its good fortune...
not a morsel left on the street,
not even a bloodstain
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They ride horses through the living room ....
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Sometimes I think our gathering is a ritual centered on collective visualization. Other times I feel like I have been physically transported. I am not sure there is a difference.
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seven birds on the wire turn in unison to the right
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Before the new arm, I used to sit outside the players' facility and wonder, in between the throbs of pain pulsing sickly through my temples, how much longer I could be a hockey player.
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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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111443
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I'm looking for the perfect/passage, a safe, sound/jettison to now.
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111410
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Sick of sight, Ai Kitano constructed glasses by which the wearer was rendered totally blind.
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111451
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Every time I look at you there are two dumb mouths that slip between stretch marks.
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We're all just meat and atoms who can no more sense into the great beyond than a horse can fly a plane.
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I saw a big dog
By the side of the road
I saw a small deer
By the side of the road
A little maroon water in a glass
As I was driving home
Under darkness
With the wind that was under a rose
New blood will fill the earth
And we must lo
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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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You
sawed off my wings then
Asked
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I was told, take him round the back and deal with him.
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...her facial twitches, gasps and whines, her moments of trapped silence.
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a fun little piece for all to enjoy, not just the ladies
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