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The first vulture became very aggressive
and began eating carry-on luggage
The second vulture has landed and it’s wearing Patagonia
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79700
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The gates going up
and down like
gigantic windshield wipers
to let the existent
boxcars pass.
We went across these real
bumpy railroad tracks into
a town so
small there
wasn’t enough room
for the car,
so we got out and went ahe
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79720
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You better not come home drunk, you shithead, or you'll be sleeping in the yard!
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79610
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He was journeying toward understanding of a higher truth so long lost.
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79600
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And then I get a call from a different kind of bar
They say you’re drunk on Cosmos and actin’ quite bizarre.
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79663
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79610
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My sister walked in the room while I read Ginsberg / reciting the lines to Jaweh & Allah Battle to myself /sweating in the heat contour of my ugly body on the bed /
the room the stench of rottenhumanasscracksemen
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79400
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He’d see them for fifteen minutes at a time, juniors and seniors, all day long. On their way out of the little town
he’d come back to.
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79443
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"Living is easy with eyes closed/misunderstanding all you see.'--John Lennon That's an ache that's always inside me. How you'd rathertreat people as if they don't matteras much as some nice sounding words in a song. Their voicesas less than an annoying wind? Because…
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79300
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I omit the names not to protect the innocent--there aren't any--but because you've got better things to think about in the run-up to the Super Bowl, like does anybody ever pull Troy Polamalu's hair in a pile-up?
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79341
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79111
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not otherwise employed, writing verse,/
line by tenuous line the substance of pulse./
―but no one collects unemployed verse:/
self-lacerations must yield blood, not ink.
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79110
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I once knew a guy named Ian from Manhattan
Who liked looking at New Yorker fey cartoons.
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7891712
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Determined to make this Thanksgiving more special than the last, she ponders long on how to create a chiduckey.
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78900
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If you want a nice meal,
writers take you to diners.
They’re thinkin’ noirly,
you want something finer.
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78821
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"The President feels that Joe's talents are best used elsewhere," said White House Press Secretary Robert Gibbs. "We had a lot of take-out orders to keep straight with everybody working late."
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78600
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to think of him looking at me / for he to be I and I to be he / it is almost unbearable / to occupy two bodies at once—
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7861313
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Wait until you are home alone at last. Put the dog outside. Close the cat in the room down the hall, where you can't hear her mew to be let out. Turn off the television. Switch off any devices playing music. Take the phone off the hook. Turn your cell ph
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78521
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I hope you’re happy, she said. Fucker!
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78533
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Sometimes words are carved in stone, but you won't find these in this poem
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78411
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I had a dream about being in a vintage alley that had bowling balls with adjustable relations to gravity
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78432
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poetry less than poverty: / fair warning to poets, but a good sign.
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78320
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Whitman touched his share of skin
and didn’t think of it as sin,
and yet could bring himself to say
“What is more or less than a touch?”
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78332
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We all get in a carriage of tin and volcanic glass and go a-touring. We had quite an itinerary to fulfill, all of it loosely applied to the principle of serendipity. We toured Luxembourg and tossed pretzels to the bankers who did tricks for us, somersaults and complex…
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78310
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It was a gesture on their part, an act with meaning;
they didn’t care about country or science; their love
was their art, their art was their love.
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78010
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My life accelerated by grime in my father’s garage.
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77900
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So many ingenious traps for catching and hamstringing female poets have been invented that it is a rare editor who ever really sees one. H.L. Mencken
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77996
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I remember years ago my mother saying to me, don’t get involved with the woman down the hall. She didn’t even know this particular woman; it was just a general pronunciation, that somehow being female and living down the hall meant bad things.
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77800
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#bitch -- #bitchedybitchedyBITCHBITCHBITCH ;)
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7782117
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They sang and clapped and stomped shod feet on hardwood floor, the smell of man sweat and bomb-making thick as perfume.
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