750 5 4
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Apple is apple plum plum that is a kiss without a tongue
|
75000
|
Crosses sitting on the hillside
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75000
|
"the initial hors d'œuvres, those good offerings that he would present to his select and redoubtably upstanding guests, at some grotesque banquet where elegant sows, in couture gowns, and astoundingly decorous coiffures, preen and plume about all through
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74940
|
The dead turkey’s wife, or lover
Watching over his recent roadkilled carcass
Seeming to be mourning her loss
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74955
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into another bright vat of boiling over hot lies. It's sick, man, the way you'd rather dig for a supposed (royal) buried treasure than make a new beautiful thing start to happen, breakyour back, break your spirit, over and over, until there's nothing left to…
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74920
|
She must fuck like a marmot
That’s all I can say, if he already turned his back
On the Statue of Puberty
To get near to her
What do you think it means?
He joins the hierarchy
Where they sit
On the steps of life
And she passes the healing
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74900
|
Worcester, Mass. is a gritty central Massachusetts city known to some as the Industrial Abrasives Capital of the World, and to others for its numerous railroad car diners.
|
74900
|
The fox sees a duck he thinks he can catch.
I stop to watch: I could intervene with a shout
but I let him play his gambit out.
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74922
|
Leaves fall. Snow falls.
Both fall beyond my notice
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74896
|
Imagine a morning without dawn, without daylight ... The night birds still hoot, the flowers wait for the light to change their make-up, black birds have locked their beaks. A morning unlike any other ... The moon above continues to reign over the milky way, the stars to…
|
74721
|
Together they explore availabilities
|
74700
|
Oh my God!
The question of whether or not we each have a double has been answered. Yours is living in Louisville, KY. It was you...young you. I already knew it, but seeing your picture just slammed it home. Again.
I knew I shouldn't have told you
|
747105
|
The light was bright andthey sat on the railing of the long wooden bridge in the sun. She looked up at her father."Oh Daddy, where did you go?" she asked.He was young with black shinny hair blowing in the wind. "To Heaven, little girl,"She shook her head."What's…
|
74600
|
Every other year or so, a high school senior
would go and climb the thing, and paint something
vapid, jejune, as the spinster English teacher would say.
|
746126
|
waves assaulted black volcanic rock in briny harmony
|
74543
|
From inside the baking hot car we watched our father, nervous in his face mask and gloves, step through the wooden gate into grandma's front garden. She was waiting for him, thin and lonely behind the frilled lace curtain. She held the iPad in her left hand, and she…
|
74511
|
I’ve lost something at sea / and am at a foreign island to find it.
|
74421
|
He wore a jacket with just
a letter; by this conspicuous reserve
he hoped to show the others it didn’t matter what you did
last year, only who you hit in the here and now, and how hard.
|
74400
|
He decided to avoid startling her from the rear, which he recalled vaguely was a good strategy with any female.
|
74400
|
On my snowshoe walk today
a man leaned out his window and
yelled at me to go away.
|
74300
|
You thought you dated wild girls? They were tame compared to how I turned out. Ever hear of the Chicago motorcycle club called the Hell's ___? (Chicago's watered down version of the Hell's Angels, but we did party with some of them, and the Outlaws, onc
|
74300
|
With all due respect Pope—yer outta yer mind. I mean—have you got mice in yer mitre there Padre?
|
74300
|
What I have doneOh what I have becomeWhat happened to all I thought I had known?This will not standMy mind becoming rottenThe things I thought were important to meHave all become forgottenWashing my convictions in cheap alcoholFeeding my misery with one kind, then allMy…
|
74300
|
There’s no greater reward than the plaudients
you get from a tough female audience.
|
74320
|
I head for the dock, and brush my fedora with a wad of Pythagorean moss. The captain is a clumsy angel with a stethoscope and a bowl of bouillon. Three months later we arrive in Cartagena. I have a headache the size of China.
|
74342
|
The End of Civilization as We Know It
Question is, how many carpets did you see flying in close formation?
Question is, which hand would you use
If you were asked to choke yourself for the sake of civilization?
The real question is, if you could
|
74222
|
They are riding through the wild onion of life
One layer at a time
Turning the world inside out
Looking for the unusual patterns
Inside the gaping muscle of space
With its heart-pounding unnatural heat
|
74210
|
Man wolfing banana in his car on University Place
Chinese girl walks by
and his head follows her all the way
until his head is twisted 180 degrees
|
74264
|
This is what I am saying now.
|
74100
|
the rails we use when we get tired of
unraveling the ways
their read red lips
kill the explanation
we amp we vamp
Hell's steep hallucination
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