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Her heart is the color of fuck. Not the color she'd imagined; the soft pink of parting lips, the fading hand print on steamed—up windows, like Leo and Kate in that fancy car the night it sank. His car was a dented jeep…
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for Melissa together today. I like that feeling. I want to pound a piano into the ground just for you. To your warmest heartbeat I raise my glass. Thank you. It doesn't really matter if they think that's a velvety Elvis…
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I am an animal on display in an old fashioned zoo - trapped & violent, violent, violent
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I drove around the city that evening, beyond lonely. What was I to do? My friends were gone! I hit the nearest bar and ordered myself a strong drink of concentrated Oros. The barman was a tad gobsmacked, but he saw the dismay in my eyes. After filling him
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115398
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What will become/
of the resource-sucking poor
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115286
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The damp suspended/
in the air/
in a faint fog/
discourages coagulation.
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my heartis a brokenstandpipefanningcity water cayenneacross sidewalksgutters ripple redover fast food bagsand cigarette buttsover the feetof priests and pit bullsover the handsof drunksand babiesand into the mouthsof ratsand raconteurs you never oughtadrink…
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Once a psychologist told me a story
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The small of her back,
where the downy hair stands upright
like wheat in the summer light.
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Alas, the wind, the rain/
and plate tectonics take temples,/
fire and sediment papyrus and clay,
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and I revel in the fact. There are other facts at work and play, but I'm hanging out with this one because it is my day off and I'm listening to music and writing poems. I like the bright appearance coming from the bedroom…
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Let’s just say I’m pissed. Indignant. Angry about living in a universe that appears to be utterly amoral.
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We’re safe as houses/
and unmoved. We grow/
accustomed to the sound
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I will miss you, sure, let it be known. The memory, and the dream, both. That familiar smell of Old Spice when someone wearing it comes near. And the smell of Coppertone Suntan Lotion on the beaches of our youth in Chicago. And the pressure of your fing
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"A man's soul or lack of it will be evident with what he can carve upon a white sheet of paper."--Charles BukowskiBone We built a secret road and rolled it into a crumpled ball and pushed it deep into an empty wine bottleAnd dropped it into the laughing ocean for much,…
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As you can see, egotism forms at a young age for people who end up in this industry.
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"Come into my face." said Duras famously as she neared death. This is very beautiful. If one takes Duras to speak of something akin to the 'face' as given us by Levinas, and we may display this face here as something like an Husserlian universal…
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She bought herself her own apartment
That was when she told me
I have a hard time getting out
Unless it’s really important like work
I told myself wake up early
Get some coffee, but I oversleep
I had a massage therapist come to my house
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Ben did not respond, but sat staring lizard-eyed at the shattered remains of his glorious musical instrument.
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At the house one night we were all sitting around at one of those infernal communal meetings that go on into the night full of pot smoke and red wine, when the door was nudged open and a stray dog wandered into the living room. It was a strange coyote-l
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With furrowed brow, he took the plastic stems and began to beat the blossom ends
against the black brick wall.
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115000
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Steve Bancroft’s future wife showed up at his door that same night, slamming her hand loudly against the door and shouting for him. “Steve, Steve, wake up. Damn it, come on. You forgot to pick me up at the airport. Who are you in there with? I said wake
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Chin beards, flannel shirts, Levis
no boots anymore, just loose sandals
their chicks with double triple multiple chins
falling asleep on their own palms
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"What's it like?"
Like everything else. We all do it, so how bad could it be?
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I don't belong. I don't feel privy to grown up conversations, yet I can't relate to teenage expectations. I'm floating on the walkways in another dimension of time. Everybody looks like ghosts functioning in robotic ways. I feel an electric eye following me in my…
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There’s a sudden
Burst of color
Like the dispersal of a ghost
In a light wind
And now candy wrappers are
Scattered all over the heavens
It looks like God got lit up
By the sky
As we flew too c
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When I asked her about her husband, she laughed.
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Heading for the fields one morning to paint haystacks, Vincent noticed his neighbor’s house ablaze.
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