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I am in a war against the literal. I have sewn these words together to make a stand of birch. I wander the earth gathering moon shadows and swords. Kerosene dots punctuate the Dakota night. An apparition of words hops through a calculus problem and falls into a…
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109364
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a body lost in thought
stays hopelessly lost in thought
for as long as the latte lasts
and the coffee shop stays open
and the moms don’t gather with their baby carriages
and the bums don’t bum overly much
and the trust funders don’t lose too
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109311
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Once,
To a crash slumber on my bed, so late,
I learned my pillow could communicate.
As I lay my head of lead at the head of the bed,
My talking pillow said,
"Let me be the foundations for the constructions of your dreams...
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109300
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The paper
in his typewriter
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109398
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What will become/
of the resource-sucking poor
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109300
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The windows aren't open because they are closed for winter, but Cha doesn't care. She stares through them while I stare at her.
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109346
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Some things stay with you. I got off the bus, petted my dog, Nick and walked in our house and saw Mother at the kitchen table, crying and clearly angry. I asked her if she was sick. She works. She said that she didn't go to work today and might not go tomorrow…
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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…
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109200
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Until the stars form last nightI zoom out with an empty heart.Whose forgiveness forgesseas of overabundance, parksUnder the river's bed as magazine?Jet heavy, my tenses shift in an operation between two frightened doctors. I'm hiding onside: the lines & in the branches…
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109233
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I can’t hold a job
I can’t hold a hammer
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109200
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Love is music
timed in heartbeat
move to rhythms ages old
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109297
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He remembers his father’s concrete slab hands. Balled into fists they resembled kettlebells.
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109275
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I'm sitting in the dark of my own kitchen, because it is dark outside, not from night but from clouds. I guess that's where I'll start talking from. This isn't about you. I'm not sure it's even about me. It's probably about the…
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109233
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“Can I get apple juice and milk?” “Yes.” “And a chocolate shake?” “Will you finish all that and your food?” “Probably not.” “Still yes. Get whatever you want.” The waitress took the order. Along…
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“Your family, that family is crazy, everyone of them hush hush, tweet tweet, a little screw loose – or a bird, what kind of bird they got there?”
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109133
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Pieces that said shrug a shrug and then another and one to right with the eyes that squint and one to left with rhythm that never left. And piece after piece, after piece they stich themselves, née weave a tapestry that is the dance your very walk swayed
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1091108
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"I’d rather move a word around a page
than raise a glass or pass a plate
or work a room immune to poetry."
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109154
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Please be advised to have at least 2 persons to assemble this unit
Although it could take close to a dozen
Always include at least 2 kibitzers
Another 2 or 3 standing around sipping vodka martinis
Be sure to have enough olives to go around
And b
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109142
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When they first brought me home, I was their pride and joy. Then, one day, they put me in this wooden box.
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109197
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No one believed me when I told them this: I took all of my novels and tossed them into the fire.
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109100
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For every Ruben Studdard, there are ten Mick Jaggers and, considered merely in terms of avoirdupois, the two sides of that scale would probably balance.
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109175
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No CNN to sing obliteration,/
only Pliny the Younger/
to scratch what fell
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109100
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Every retailer within my five mile containment zone is consumed with my convenience. It is incredibly comforting, this suburban fixation with access, proximity, speed, and ubiquity. If Marx were hanging out in American subdivisions today, he would likely
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It was the early 80's My students carried / guns.
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109022
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We’re safe as houses/
and unmoved. We grow/
accustomed to the sound
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The longer this goes on the worse it gets.
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