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110534
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We once saw giants in the clouds and in/
connected points of stars, and named/
them, gods. We placed them in their high-halled villas,/
on the mountaintop, to game and frolic
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110512
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I sulk across the room to feed you,hold your hand, tell you everything will be fine. It is the right time of night,the light from the street falls onto the chairat the perfect angle. I look at you, gray, shimmering, persnickety. Don't move, thisis just the dust, helping me…
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110553
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Most of life, it
turns out,
is pathetic.
Very little is funny.
We have to generate our
own laughter.
Canned laughter
may have to do.
Even if we have to carry
the can around our neck
like a Saint Bernard
or strapped to our
hip
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110421
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Balls excite our interest because we live on a ball. We travel through space on a ball.
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110433
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in a complete rage he lifted his entire golf bag full of clubs over his head and threw them into the creek.
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110485
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I felt that love could
not be paid for or else could
never be paid for enough.
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110490
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...it didn’t take much to just toss it aside and muster up some fresh bravado.
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11041310
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By the end of my Saturday night shift at the Oyster Bar I look like some kind of filthy nurse
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110442
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I feel I am, in fact,/
the dimmest and least wise/
man on earth.
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1104105
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110400
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Cold hurts at first, but you wake up.
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110360
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As unlikely as it may seem, John Coltrane was in fact a member of the U.S. Navy Band in 1947 in Honolulu.
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110300
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The sexuality comes over us in waves. We need to hold things, someone. The women, the men, side by side, our features blending together. We notice the small curved lines at the corners of the mouth. We notice everything. And the animal is still inside m
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110341
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She sat me down naked
on a kitchen chair and fucked me
in the dining room, hovering over me,
then sitting down on top of me
I was upstanding
It was outstanding, raw, and exciting
No children or adults around, or dogs,
cats or birds, no goldf
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110344
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I was at the bend in the road
thinking of Robert Frost
but there was no fork,
there was no yellow wood,
there wasn’t even a horse
to ask me why or what if
There was no decision to be made
just a thousand tourists from Prague
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110320
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but isn't that the case
in most long-term,
committed
relationships?
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110310
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but at least I wasn't drinking as much anymore.
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110300
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Bloggers venomously characterized Mitt as a "bumper sticker Patriot", the kind of coward who wraps himself up in a flag, puts a bumper sticker on his car, sings the national anthem at the top of his lungs and is the first person to yell out "Freedome Isnt
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110331
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He consumed the key lime pie, while wearing a lime-green sports bra.
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110331
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To give proper credit where due, one name suffices for what humanity likely will be dealing with for decades, centuries, or millennia to come, and that name is “Technogenic Climate Change”.
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110320
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Gee but it’s great after being out late,
Walking my lobster back home.
There’s little risk that she’ll turn into bisque,
Walking my lobster back home.
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110342
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(From Postcards fom a Railway Station (final poem)) No lights shine out tonight high hung in heaven: And the constellations like a dead man fall. No sight of polar eyes, whose sons are seven, And I stand unthinking and beyond it all I own it all a…
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110331
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Watching himself dissolve comes with no sense of meaning. It is simply what it is. He finds that curious.
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110243
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And what is it I’m supposed to do
With all this unsolicited advice?
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110298
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She'd had every reason to believe he'd be difficult, though he wasn't.
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110232
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He’s got horns and a tail
I found him on sale
He’s got snake in his DNA
Evil in his eye
And plenty of chicken pot, chicken pot
Chicken pot pie
But he sure can play piano
With those giant lobster hands
In his ratty raccoon coat
And his
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110211
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artifacts gone obsolete / miscegenating in suspension
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110211
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In 1609 Ben Jonson was hired to write a work in celebration of the opening of a new shopping mall.
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110230
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Out the window, the butterflyhad escaped,beyond my perception and maybe into someone else's.The little boy with the kite stared back,wound his string,and ended his afternoon.
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