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There will be no more internal birds like singing clocks, not like the lovely ones I know and still look forward to hearing, ringing like little bells in the church y belfry of the newly sprouting mornings to come, not unless the birds…
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100534
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“Just how many different bipeds try to hide their nakedness?” “Only one. And that'd be us, idiot.”, Twinkle responded. “Then, why don't we mind showing certain parts of our bodies?”, she then asked. Twinkle could see it was going to be…
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100550
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Call me anything but Ishmael.
Call me Enamel.
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100510
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I was meant to stroke, touch, handle the union of love, the egg, the ova with desire. Hurling the self forward so you could handle the semi-virgin loaf with your four flowered gloves, your soft kid gloves, and deprive the night, thank God, of its natural
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100586
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By the time the oceans rise/
enough for Kansans to care about,
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1004106
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Gotta be jumpin'
gotta be hummin' some tune
even when I'm alone
I'm flirtin' with the moon
(back down below)
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100455
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Steve Kramer was a brilliant young artist on the scene in New York in the 70s when I was starting out as a writer. He built little electronic dioramas displaying stuffed rats in various bizarre settings. Flip the switch and they would get fried in a little rat-sized…
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100400
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I turned and looked–
Sainte-Victoire stood there, a shell against the sea of a sky.
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100452
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"Benny can't come over anymore."
I was 12.
Latchkey kid, but we didn't call it that.
Mom working in another town.
Dad working in another town.
My brother.
2.
My responsibility.
"Why? Why not?"
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100300
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Before I could reach the physical bar,
four rounds of shots were fired.
Desperately, little boys spooged ounces about in every direction.
They only knew one form of celebration,
mating ritual roulette.
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100311
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Who's that? I don't know. …
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100246
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When I sit in the front-facing seat beside him, I feel him flinch a little and stiffen, not from fear but from aggression.
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100201
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The paper was strewn, everywhere.
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100100
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He looked for Arris among the patrons. There were a few artist types and professional drinkers at the bar. Only two tables had customers. Arris was not among them.
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100120
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Call me crazy, but I like to write poetry. For cats.
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100011
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I had a dream where everybody was dressed in paper. By the end of the day there was a long line of people waiting for new clothing, since what we had on was torn to shreds during the day. Our uniforms hanging from our bodies. We all looked unwrapped. Pa
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100022
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I clearly see the squirrels of
negativity all around me,
ladies & gentlemen.
I sensed they were there
filling in the blank spaces
as I read down the page,
prior to arriving at
the meaning of everything.
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100000
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Oh, yeah, that's me, the girl in the blue dress, the girl with short blond hair. Slight smile occasionally passing over her face, sitting at the café table, waiting patiently for the semi-famous rock star to show and buy a house. Brown and sea-green
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99921
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Fat Yasmin and Greg Lane were quite a couple. They held hands a lot. She was a mound of shit. “She had to go…
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99822
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We’re lost in a brambly aberration,
thorny tangles of a wacky nation.
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99822
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Hand shaking as she drinks from her cup,
talking non-stop on her cell phone.
Blue eyes, dirty blonde pigtails tied up with blue ribbons,
pink polka dot shoulder bag,
old pock-marks along her cheeks.
Having long discussions over the phone
wit
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99800
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Your silence is beckoningDrawing us nearThere's truth in a silenceCome over hereTell me your secretsTell me your liesTell me the reasonWhy happy clowns cry...And put on a show for the people to seeAnd why people watch them and want to believeThat the illusion is real and…
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99811
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this disc barely spins the jangle of spurs/how long does one revolution take?
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99811
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The train it was Quiet people asleep It was 4:30 am. I lost her face with the wind. She never gave me her I never asked for her Number she …
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99741
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#1. No chocolate or dessert ads of any kind after 8 p.m.
#2. No names such as Wild Ferret, Backhoe, or Bunny Bacon allowed on the internet
after hours.
#3. No Smoky Motor Cars
It’s the New Society. All will be well, after dark. Remember, only the
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99730
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Holden Caulfield starts a band call Crummy
He’s jumping around the stage swearing at everything, every damned thing
in his oversized raincoat that he never ever takes off for any reason
including when there’s the slightest possibility of having sex
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99754
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The Eleven Best of Darryl Price, as chosen by Brian W.,dishwasher, music aficionado, tattoo historian,and poetry lover(off the grid but not off the griddle): 1. What I Find 2. The…
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99732
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This country needs a self-administered memoir veracity exam, like a home pregnancy test, that could weed out made-up memoirs before they hit the bookstores.
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99720
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Suppose a bowl of mushroom soup.
A table and a chair.
A woman arguing against the uselessness of war.
A bomb ticking in a man’s groin.
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