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To become an objection as cool as an ice box. To wither the crops. To hold a baby in your hands. Never mind, the arms. We shoot photographs of you. I still believe in black bile. I still think I'm holy. This rhyme is non-violent. Snap.
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I got caught writing poems
at the paint factory
several times
before they fired me
I got caught in the middle
of one of my best lines
but can’t remember what
I meant to say
anymore,
but I know, just know
it was something real good,
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Our fingers, arms and toes slither over one another along the smooth crevices between muscle and bone like familiar childhood paths.
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1183135
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Pine nerves spike and row.
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118342
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No one knew why DVices were so hard to find. No one knows for sure anyway.
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118342
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If I start getting rambunctious, put me in a cab.
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I had imagined what it must be like /
out there in the middle place
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118333
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"Love is just a word I've heard when things are being said"--James.TaylorThat thing that is empty now is me. I never thought I'd disappear, so crazily far from being myself. The love key has been thrown away, dropped without much fanfare. I carried…
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I need to be commended,
despite the wine glass
that threw itself
at your sister's head
of rollers. Imagine a pear
in the deli meat aisle
ripening behind glass...
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118375
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"You wantin' one of them kittens? If we can't give 'em away we're gonna drown 'em. We got too many."
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Breaking the cat's cradled cord she examines her fingernails. She notices a crack in the paintwork, sighs to herself. Makes a mental note to cover it over.
Cover it over, paint over the cracks. There's been a lot of that recently, hasn't there?
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An officer appeared and told us that we were already dead. We were already ghosts. As soon as you realize this, there is nothing to fear.
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118222
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Beeswax
Just Kill Me
Beam Me Up
Deep-Fried Twinkie
End of Lust
Hootchie and the Eye Patch
Boy Crazy
Instant Success
Sleeping Geezers
Cyber Shoes
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Deciding what is important from the life of a man that you haven't spoken to in ten years was a task that had seemed impossible at the outset. But now, here she stood, having done just that.
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118233
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"I don’t know what to do. I need to catch the 11:30 train, but what is the difference between doing it today or tomorrow?"
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118221
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“You just missed that last time,” the carney was saying as Sue Ellen walked up. “Give it one more try and I’ll bet you get your girl a big teddy bear. C’mon.”
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He'd hug us against our wishes when we tried to get a better look at his cart, his odor a mix of sweet and sour and stink.
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118141
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I knocked on all the windows, on all the doors. No one answered. The television was glowing. I went around behind your house and saw it through the curtains, blowing in. (I knew you were hurting.) Knocked and tried the sliding glass door, the flimsy scr
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118100
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The rings on the engine
Not designed for race gas
Did allow for some seepage
Did allow fuel to pass
The fumes were quite powerful
To the pan they did charge
The spark was quite forceful
The explosion was large
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Here lately Daddy's been talking bout' filling momma full of holes. Not like he would do it cause' he likes talkin' just to hear the words come out even if they don't mean anything to anyone but him. But just to be on the safe side I went and hid them shells cause' he's got…
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the arc of her invective presumably aimed at the little boy and girl ambling halfway down the block behind her
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118141
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Creating a world in which no one believes . . . killing a world in which no one could believe.
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Across the street from third street music school there is a church wherein I saw a man, a magician, strap himself into a strait jacket in front of the organ under jesus's crucifixion, in front of a church full of screaming kids and their parents and…
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118164
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a war forever seems so sadly stupid, pretty petty on our perky part in the ongoing play, a terrible loosed thing to have to always keep holding up our hostage hands to-- at least when being compared to…
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118165
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Your begging hands are hacking me up again like garden claws that know not the difference between a delicate solar powered flower and a tightening choke of killing weeds.It's not like it's even mine to keep-- like a legal document I'd…
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the making by taking away
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tiny banners, browned/
and wrinkled by time,
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Dancers, dunces and brides-to-be
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