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And now that they are gone
she channels the scriptures of love
between a father and a mother
And the men are free to wander
wherever a spirit will wander
bound now by nothing at all
bound only by their former loves
in life, as if they s
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83333
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Will you join me kneeling in a Homegoods parking lot
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83340
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I saw two men trying to help a pigeon with a run-over wing in London,
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83243
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Rumors stranger than usual were circulating in Moskva. Naturally, they could not be confirmed, but they were making the rounds so thickly that they began spilling out of the capital.
“Putin has become a superman!”
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83211
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I’ve lost something at sea / and am at a foreign island to find it.
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83255
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A few weeks ago I was sitting at my desk when I began feeling a sharp pain in the area of my back just above the hip. I got down on the floor and lied on my side to alleviate the pain however I could. It lasted about ten minutes and slowly dissipated. Is this a kidney…
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83220
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I send pronouns on walkabouts to where there are only planes and light
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83200
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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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83200
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“Okay, so I'm lying naked in this coffin with my big dick out,” George W. Bush says. “Yes!” …
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83100
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Seamus has the palsy now
who once was called another name.
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83130
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They like drugs
They are concerned with the self (alone)
and they say they are
in the world
. . .
Maybe they don't have this blood
that calls out to them
or they do not hear it
Ride in their convertibles
unconcerned
Nothing is
calle
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83122
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Leaves fall. Snow falls.
Both fall beyond my notice
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83010
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Uber Rich
Spongecake
Caca Mimi and the Autre Merdes
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83011
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Guilt is a full-time job
Without benefits
No vacations
No coffee breaks
No free lunch
No maternity leave
No paternity leave
All you get is the ability to be
Paralyzed with guilt
You will freeze in the night
Without a blanket
Becaus
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82921
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Rise up, carcass—march! / Naught is new beneath the jaundiced sun: / last of the last of Louis' gold, / light is sliced through clean / beneath flecks and films of time.
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82821
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There had been a whore house at the spot for a century, since the cowboys drove cattle up the Chisolm Trail to town, to be loaded onto boxcars bound for the Chicago stockyards.
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The candle was near the windowsill.It smelled like the musk my father used to spray before he went awayto work.Oh father, I remember you,your chocolate brown eyes,would watch the sunrisebefore breakfast;serious- so serious and waiting for something that…
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82870
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Back in college I had carnal knowledge
of a woman who danced bare-breasted
and frenzied as a Bacchante.
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82811
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The Divine and merciful Understanding Calls out to me But let me not speak its name. You are an unworthy hearer And I am a secret-keeper, cunning With keen thoughts and prayers of swift Justice Single is our thought and act And when we pray we know not what it…
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What we did was walk in on an amazing starfish convention, everyone lazing about, softly frozen against the timeless drooling currents like strange looking wind socks washing up and down with the sun. I am empty, hear me roar in blubbery bluster and…
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82632
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in dark recesses of this morgue of earth / where beauty of the good does not compel, / where evil's horrors seldom do repel— / Americ gods reign o'er from birth to birth.
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82600
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Everyday I take the Western 49 bus
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82521
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Don’t think you can play
God with me
There are enough songs
To fill the heavens already
I don’t need you
Whispering in my ear
Gone virile, are you?
That’s what they used to say
About me too
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82500
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We were in the car and I just learned to drive and we were in the freeway running at a hundred miles per hour, and after a while we found ourselves in the center lane behind a slow-moving truck filled with small pumpkins...
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82411
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While searching for wildflowers along an old logging path bordering a ravine, I heard voices. “Damn, Clete. Where are we?” “I think you didn't make the goddamn turn, Mert, you idiot.” I looked over the edge of the ravine beside my path.…
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Flags engulfed in beautiful nighttime alcohol flames
that will end all nightmares of country of origin.
The release of souls from the captivity of flames
like see-through doves in the clear light
at the backside of the see-through universe.
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82200
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Stop talking the phone is asleep. /
It is a resting wounded animal. /
It is old and made of machines.
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82200
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The sacrificial tendency is a real ugly one A pound of flesh, because it grows back But gnarled and scarred For you, So you may smile or cry Whatever you need How about an ounce of truth? How about I make a maze And you walk through…
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82200
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I am so lost in thought
as I ride out of the woods
that I forget which way I ought
to turn, left or right; this can’t be good.
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82200
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Call it Chanukkah, call it Kwanzaa
Whatever the name, I just don’t wanzaa!
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