| 964  1  1   
 | My girl hit me with an ice cream freezer.
She did it ‘cause she said she didn't want me to tease her.
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			| 964  9  8   
 | What will become/
of the resource-sucking poor | 
		
		
			| 964  2  1   
 | I had a dream and in it a small deer came to the side of the road and licked the salt from my wounds. I was lying beside you in a ditch, after crawling out of a smashed car (maybe your pal Jackson Pollock was driving.) We were just kids, really, not muc | 
		
		
			| 964  0  0   
 | This is hell amongst the bloom and grow.
Spring's warmth is cruel,
a feast of unrestraint... | 
		
		
			| 963  2  1   
 | I know I was hungry. I was hungry for what you had to offer, your fast cars, your dad’s ski boat, your beautiful mouth and its pretty words, your Bohemian eyes and yes, for the joy you could give me between the legs. 
But I was unprepared for the lif | 
		
		
			| 963  6  5   
 | It was the early 80's My students carried / guns. | 
		
		
			| 963  11  10   
 | Because of her I got there early, and like I figured, the train was late. | 
		
		
			| 963  4  1   
 | They had to dress normal, my other boyfriends, be beardless, hairless, everything torn away, plucked, shorn smooth, because it elicited moisture on the tongue (when I was with you.) But I grew bored as the day before I first saw you. 
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			| 963  3  0   
 | I prowl. You prowl. We all prowl.  | 
		
		
			| 963  0  0   
 | A sweltering heat sits on the field like a fog failing to move.  From the diamond, you were able to see the Chicago skyline poking above the apartment buildings like antennas, sending signals all throughout the world. | 
		
		
			| 963  5  1   
 | The irony is that Smart's work of self-abnegation has surpassed that of her erotic master; George Barker is largely forgotten now, while the reputation of Smart's one work of genius seems secure. | 
		
		
			| 963  3  1   
 | Last time I heard from you, you had been smoking crack with a hooker in the doorway of city hall
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			| 962  0  0   
 |  Hello, I am Enè Ioh, I have come to to tell  you a story that takes place within the place. I start at the place; I  go to the place. Here we are, at the place. I am now at the place. I  know what I say is of no consequence and I will be killed for it. It  means so… | 
		
		
			| 962  1  1   
 | It all had to begin somewhere; some moment of time and space which arose in perfection- and dissolved into the now. It was a beginning he couldn't quite remember, couldn't grasp onto- it simply sifted through his fingers, sand floating away with the wind. That's not to say… | 
		
		
			| 962  4  1   
 | And there was Kathi R in the summer of 1969. She was from Wheaton. We had tons of unprotected sex that summer. She was short, almost no breasts, but man, she could reach down behind me somehow and grab my balls at precisely the right moment, and bam, ba | 
		
		
			| 962  5  4   
 | Each brief life is lived in dedication//
to the honeyed buzz of the colony,  | 
		
		
			| 962  0  0   
 | I would read her  stories on quiet summer days as we sat along the river, just the two of us  stretched out in the tall grass, hidden in the shade of the pine trees lining  the banks of the Mullica while a gentle breeze cooled our skin.  She liked the way I read to… | 
		
		
			| 962  5  5   
 | My God is not a God of chance, she said.The year was youth and it was our first dance.She wanted to make sure we agreedlove is for God and lust is for Satan.Of course I do, I said. You're safe with me.Neither of us had moves and were relievedto stand in the corner and… | 
		
		
			| 962  2  1   
 | She was reading The Thorn Birds. Always on her side, in a  pink cotton housecoat. The Buddha rested on his side. And drank milk. We drank  plenty of milk, but, being Catholic, didn't know anything about Buddha. I would  sit there. Piles of books were around. I… | 
		
		
			| 962  5  1   
 | Gary wrote in beautiful brevity of this most fabled story told with strings.
Of it's breathtaking majesty and boundless power. | 
		
		
			| 962  7  4   
 | Life is meagre with me; I am unsatisfied and left always begging for __________. | 
		
		
			| 961  4  4   
 | only after
you slipped away entirely
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			| 961  5  4   
 | "Tell me what you remember." | 
		
		
			| 961  2  1   
 | He cut the heads off, and in doing this, their eyes came off. He placed the four discs on the windowsill next to the petrified avocado pit and Chia Pet clay shell. The eyes glittered like globs of jam. | 
		
		
			| 961  4  0   
 | Julie had a thousand freckles the
color of mud. | 
		
		
			| 961  2  0   
 | The crow in darkness;visual palpitationsunder   the street lamp.  In the dark morningmy car disrupts the   still cold;a blister on earth.Never mind the cat.The   Japanese Peace Lillywill steal your last breath.The blacktop   highway;a rough scab to cover thedeep man-cut… | 
		
		
			| 961  6  3   
 | Spring break that year, (1963) I spent nearly every minute with Lynda. Her taste for sex was unquenchable once we’d gotten started. We did it in every position possible. The sitting position in the front seat of the car, which my brother Herb had to expla | 
		
		
			| 961  2  0   
 | Through by the sands and the rocks we were going and the  lake liquid had tumbled the stones by the thousands so that while the water was  still we could see agates and yellow jaspers and other or even the odd and  misspent piece of rounded glass green or white safe… | 
		
		
			| 961  4  4   
 |      The world is beginning to lose what little hair it has left.    Follicles litter the streets and scrape along merrily     in the wind like one last turn of     the world defying knob of being and knowing. But the thing I     want to say here is how beautiful… |