1092 5 3
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A thrum of imminent sentience-
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109200
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How long to make something pretty?
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109253
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I've always been a sucker for a pretty face. It's unreasonable sometimes. Yesterday, in the middle of nowhere was a house that might have seen better days in the dustbowl of depression era Oklahoma. Two Australian Shepherds launched from the rickety porch. It was clear…
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109173
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No harp now hails, / no wood sings mirth, no good hawk / swoops through the hall, no swift steed / paws dirt in the castle-yard. Woeful death / has emptied earth of an ancient race.
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109144
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living in the cross current lawn-care worlds don't give a whit about the so called deeper things. They don't have to scrape and you can't make them go to the river to see a sunset. They've got all their bonafide luxuries in a smart little…
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109140
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Has anyone reached inside your eyes lately? Has anyone searched for your soul as it floated near the ceiling of the past? Has anyone told you they needed you to touch them, to lie down beside them and breathe, just breathe, and live wherever it is that ma
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109151
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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.
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109000
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Check the sweet lunar springs that we are still bathing in. The swelling in the genitals there. Check to make sure we are ripe, and in season. It’s our way of being willing, strong under the sweet icy waters, with that fertility that is derived from you
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109011
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109033
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Bite an apple and watch them come,
God only knows wherefrom.
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109011
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“I come from a long line of Toad Kings,” Huckleberry said, “and we never back down from a bet.”Phyllis, a great white heron, lowered her long white neck so she could get a better look into her friend's golden eyes.“I just think you…
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109010
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Watch the moon hang with methough miles and miles apart.Over sea and rock and railwaysforever in my heart.
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109000
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I didn't much care for the graveyard anymore now that so many people I knew where layin' in it.
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109000
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Uproot everything, a muddy hole when done
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109000
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Subways are silver
Taxis are yellow and
Trees are green.
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109022
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The space they are in is years long.
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108930
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The little butterfly struggled against the wind. As little butterflies sometimes do. Tossed and turned around by relentless, uncaring gusts. The little butterfly would make progress, but then be pushed back. Tantalizing close to where she was heading. A…
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108955
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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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108931
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He fingered his remaining chips and the usual nervousness tingled at his spine.
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108985
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The next/
may be the lucky one,/
undiscovered all these years.
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1089155
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The trio stuffed their grilling equipment in a battered van and left for Dixieland Speedway at 4:30 am.
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108863
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108865
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I was right to fear the God of my father
He is a monster.
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108833
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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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108833
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“the calendar of my future was in there!”/
yes: all tomorrows belong to the dead cats,/
their decisions relinquish one day per day.
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108811
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A hymn for her
when his head
cocks shameless.
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108821
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The moon has a cloud pass before it. The strop has a razor pulled up-and-down, up-and-down, up and down against it.
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1088127
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“Hrrumph!” was almost audible as she turned/
to sniff behind the chifferobe for fresh/
green trophies.
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108865
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Donna and I get out of the car...
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108832
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For the kid in me who fell
head over heels
all the way down
the stars,
I wonder where you are
now.
Slack is harder to
cut than
you might think,
I have learned.
And assigning the middle finger its true purpose
keeps me pretty bus
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