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Snail ooze and bull semen
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Hot sweaty bodies slam into each other to get aboard the overflowing subway car. I struggle to wedge myself though the sliding doors, bracing for more bodies to press against mine. The passengers in front of me suddenly stop and fan out.
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Billy fell into a bottle, and we couldn't get him out.
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You don't deserve this poem and I don't deserve to write it. Whatever time we have left is way better spent sitting in a sunny garden with a good interesting book and with a beautiful golden delicious apple to bite into. But…
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A sense of plenty courses through
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The smell of your chest, and the taste of your lips
as they touch mine
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feeding the lions, tigers
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Saturday night in the suburbs west of Boston. As Pancho Sanza and I drift wearily from one upscale restaurant to another, we see an endless parade of husbands whose indifference to their wives borders on cruelty.
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I thought drowning you was the answer. I had barely opened my eyes as I leaned over the sink to brush my teeth, and you were poised near the drain, a furry brown spider, and the largest one I had ever seen up close. I was afraid to smash you, so I flooded you with…
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Any God we could respect/
would listen, kind, to prayers,/
compassionate but resolute –
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With green and silent industry, the plants/
convert our shit to fiber, food and breath.
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I haven’t written a poem in months.
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tragically / once upon a time / two people / far away / ...
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Did I knowingly choose to enter Gloria’s garden and the warm, dark, hollow spaces she offers? Or is it something else that draws me?
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They were all celebrating something, but she couldn’t see what it was.
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(v 1: I picked up a robin yesterday. It was red and puffed and in the middle of the road in front of the car on the way to the grocery store. I put on the brakes and turned on the flashing red light to signal my stop. I picked the bird up and moved it to the side of the…
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We could act the anthropologist.
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It’ll all make sense when you're sitting on an éclair chaise longue by the morning pool of coffee.
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- I wish I were taller. - You also wish I never die.- What´s your point?- Santa Claus must really hate you.------ What´s the most ridiculous thing someone´s ever asked you?- Please never die. - But you promised!------ I just want to go to sleep, I´m…
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The old man tied his black tie and put on a black beret. His bones hurt, but at ninety-two it was to be expected.
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The graffiti has grown so large
It has covered everything we know and love
It has covered the windows, shutting out the light
And it’s all about leaving your mark
The ones who are living outside your walls
Have grown worried about leaving th
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demanded he give up muscatel art
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The funk of wet wool, stinky feet, reeking armpits, stale beer and fried food created a bohemian fetor.
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The road to heaven is littered for miles with dead sinners, or more precisely, the sides of the roads are lined with crosses on which the sinners are nailed. It has always been so, since time started ticking for Civilized…
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We’d sometimes find my mother asleep in her chair outside her trailer at the nudist camp when we drove up. She loved her garden there, even with the rabbits eating her young tomato plants. She used to coax the bluebirds down to the railing of her trailer
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Diamonds are for suckers
Diamonds are for the miserable at heart
Keep that in mind when you are busy
Puffing out your chest and
Slipping on your dancing shoes
We were about to witness the release of souls
From the captivity of flames
At th
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Hole #1 – Loop-de-Loop
A piece of metal curved into a loop like a curlicue off-ramp. Jake and I step up to the Golf-O-Rama mat like accidental twins. My ball is half blue and half orange, like a gas station freebie. The old man at the desk said I
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He arched an eyebrow. He was "thinking" — a tricky thing to do, when you never read, even the newspaper.
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