812 3 3
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“What the hell was that?
Is that your take on
The Deer Hunter?”
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81242
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"Ben! Ben!" yelled Monique. "Did you hear me?"
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81211
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I have things that I should do
but I will lie abed with you
in homage to our deaths last night.
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81254
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Wheel turning, round and round again
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81166
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A drunken evening, both men soused and twitchy. An argument ensues with Yellow House roommate Paul Gauguin. The two dissing each other’s work like clicking beetles
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81131
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It comes to our attention
you have what it takes
to join our enterprise.
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81100
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It's easier to sleep when the alarms don't go off
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81100
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I remember one of my old high school intellectual friends introduced me to what he called a real wild blond girl named Sally or Marnie or something that summer of 1964. She was tall and blond and thin and looked like a model. Boys were usually afraid to
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81095
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The sinuous river of your childhood. Do you remember how it slid between your young legs before winding away, making its lively and bubbly sounds. You would have made it light-headed with your games and screams. When you lingered late in the afternoon after school, and you…
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81043
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810118
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aquatic, free-swimming or earth-bound
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81000
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Salome said she wanted the head of John the Baptist on a platter, adding
the latter touch of finery for reasons
all her own.
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81061
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When collapse is a wave that curls the floor under itself I give myself to it
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80986
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Because I was not sure if the poet had said yearn or urine, I zoomed in on her mouth as she commanded the lectern...
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80900
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If I can’t lure you with this animal that’s in me, what can? I want to know. With this pain that was privately held for so long? That was acquainted with the fellowship of hell? I sang, I cried out when I was away from you, even while tossing and twitch
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80933
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I like to collect twilights. I fold them carefully and put them in my wallet. They fit neatly between the dollar bills that have a weird tendency to curl. This bugs me. I don't know why they do that. Something to do with the design of the wallet. But the twilights fit…
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80910
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www.echapbook.com/fiction/ratch
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80821
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In the evening when the sun sinks low and the baths gets drawna tall glass of milk sits slowly spoiling and sweating on the cracked white window sill. And the kids walk across the grass.The birds send out their last farewell notes They sail on the infinite breath of…
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80886
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Death threats? Just another mumbling day in the world of Willy Gregg.
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80861
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Every morning there’s the breast
and the nipples of ecstasy
It is not the spider’s fault
that it is mesmerized by the web
Blame nature, blame God
Doesn’t the alley cat
automatically know how to howl?
Don’t blame me
if I am addicted t
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80743
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1. And so, another top heavy day within the sworn to camp enemies of a purely human musical swamp, who want only to own the essences of that ancient sweet fragrance, like all the others, and sell it back to us at a tidy profit, which…
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80721
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They left their great need
behind
when they were taken out of the country
They live without thought
of that blood
They do not respond to anything that
calls to it
They are shallow
They feed on image (alone)
Blood does not
shake their heart
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80750
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Maisie dear, I can't forget her--
I only wish her poems were better.
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80642
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She darted out of her shadow, deftly she maneuvers through the tables and chairs and their eyes follow her.
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80652
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Wake me up on payday
Don’t throw in the towel
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80633
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80520
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80411
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I'm not a practicing angel,
ladies and gentlemen
Got these penny wings
out of boredom
I need to know
that black and grey place
inside an angel
where you bow your head,
when a puppet
forgets himself,
when a man learns
how smal
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80300
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" You know, the cure is not worse than the disease" Leon said to his therapist for the fifth time.
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80310
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The soiled concrete sings to me a symphony. /
I try to place my ear on it but a millipede /
enters my brain and consumes it: /
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