1121 3 2
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Roaming beetles
knitting needles
chopstick counter attack.
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112197
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We’re heading to a
Poetry reading when my wife
Says “You owe me one”
Coming back from the
Poetry reading, my wife says
“You owe me, big time”
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112121
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Listening to old friends speak the same way, the same things tells me they have been dead a long time. They are in their form of living, their self, there is no new season of growth. I witness each of them continue on the same path because it is familiar
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112100
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Late last night down at Jim's Saloon
Everyone expected that the last balloon
Would go Boom! The one they all saw coming
And Lady Liberty would send the bad guys running
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112132
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Bradley turns out to be a walking red flag. He approaches as I unload the U-Haul and says, "Hi, I'm Bradley. I'm not very modest so you might see me from time to time in various stages of undress." Bradley is the last man on Earth I wish to see undressed.
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112100
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The bedroom was still as our conversation dissolved into a heavy silence broken only by the ticking of the clock on her night table and the occasional sob that hadn't yet been swallowed in her pillow. I stubbed out my cigarette and leaned forward in…
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112154
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No one has the right/
to script how someone dies.
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112133
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You read your fortune cookie:
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1121104
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You could have drawn us forth anytime on the beach, harping, begging to be let go from the grasp of your song. I needed you to sing of my neck, with its ropes teeming and filled. You only had to spread me open and loosen the shuddering country, anytime.
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112102
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There's a whole pack of us, men minted from hot brass and thumbtacks.
Too tough for sensibility's sake.
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112101
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It's soundless, but they're
saying please,
don't let it hurt, don't let us
be consumed by the air,
don't let it be madness.
My muscles tense
in bare rhythm.
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112155
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The walks along the beach/
render brave, meticulous,
taxonomies
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112000
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Wanted: Woman with wit, repartee skills, education and looks. Conversation, verbal dualing and ??? Respond to Seeker.
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112044
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...her facial twitches, gasps and whines, her moments of trapped silence.
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1120169
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Unless we see it, probe it,
Name it, star by star, and feel
This awful, tenuous gratitude.
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112021
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one will become a tobacco king;
another will steal copper plumbing on moonlessnights.
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112021
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Lucien ran through a burning vortex in desperation ignoring the cries of his friend. It was a flux of Satanic majesty. The floodlight of the fire was incredibly grim, but it did not hurt his eyes. Have you ever seen painted glass windows in a cathedral built by the…
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112020
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Mitt looked at his one-time running mate and took a deep breath. He was beginning to think that throwing all of his money and belongings into the ocean and eloping to Key West with Paul Ryan was a bad idea. Paul had turned out to be more needy than a danc
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111900
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the dark brown cloaked warden stands on his lofty perch
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111965
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If you want to be a writer, just write stuff.
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111954
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Love comes and goes as it pleases. Plant lives matter you know. Isn't it so obvious? I'm sure you've noticed or felt like you've been here before. Maybe forever. Just ask any hand-held camera or open book. Well. How many times can we…
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1119104
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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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111982
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Alright is alright but alright is a state of mind, right?
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111931
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He had to
get over
the short bridge
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111910
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For you, airplane wings said 'life has not been kind here'. Kind, like what was missing was tea or as if we didn't clean our windows properly. There was that time when, stood in the kitchen Rupert saw the fire. Flames lapping at the gate of…
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111974
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I leave the 29
to go after the 1
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111921
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My friend and I were arranging the things in my closet because we literally had nothing to do but he found himself in my house again, which he described to me like a disease...
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111933
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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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111922
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I give you three words
dripping wet with whatever and you
take them, harbor them...
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111920
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, that smiley lush would shake rattle and quiver the day long no matter the temperature.
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