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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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You
sawed off my wings then
Asked
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110730
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We fall through two feet of clouds and dragons before we land softly on our feet in clover and crab grass.
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110743
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A novel is an idea that has
Survived many severe beatings
While a poem is a homely thing that was
Never even asked to the dance
Art Speak, however, is the art of
Systematically overstating and
Re-inventing the Obvious to the point of
Distr
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110711
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I was told, take him round the back and deal with him.
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110743
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I'm looking for the perfect/passage, a safe, sound/jettison to now.
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110710
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Sick of sight, Ai Kitano constructed glasses by which the wearer was rendered totally blind.
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Fire and ice undo me. I am born again, born again through the burning ice and biting flame. Listlessly floating cinder-like on lost cusps of wind that multiply with every with every single with every single breath. Spitfire grail and…
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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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Periodically I try to vacuum up their eight-legged asses but they hide in the cable drop.
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110754
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I suspect I’ll make the right decision.
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110711
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The ride home after Basketball and a little beer; That's when the best poems happen. Poems pin-prick sharp Puncturing through dulled Senses while streetlamps pass Overhead. They find their way inside you But they don't stick. Poems left back somewhere On the…
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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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"Take the other arm, Jonas! Take the other arm," I said, laughing. "Make me a better god!"
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110620
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When we lie down
under the wind
the trees swaying
looking out over the fields
soft cobweb of a brain
exposed to hail
exposed to snow
trying to back away
from it
unable
knowing the earth
(the face it will take)
our
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The boy wasn’t raised this way.
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110620
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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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My name's Barbara and don't call me Barbie if you want to be my friend.
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110544
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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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110465
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If you want to be a writer, just write stuff.
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110421
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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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Something I loathe even more than children are Floridian Drivers. It's not even because of their horrid driving capabilities, but more so because of their attitudes. Within the confines of their comfy little car, they are able to build up the…
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110432
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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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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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110432
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"Who's that?" Carl asked about the man standing near the fence.
"Says his name is Marty Lopez," Jake replied.
"For real?" Carl moved to one side for a better look.
"I know. He doesn't look like a Lopez," Jake said.
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I leave the 29
to go after the 1
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110422
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"She was like a perimeter guard for an advanced race of beings who looked human but were somehow para-human entities focused only temporarily within this dimension."
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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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