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The door was locked. Han Solo couldn't believe it. After they'd come all this way! …
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She was fast as the wind and lived on air, her clothes a size 0000.
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She rolled onto her back and spread her hind legs. Her lewd poses were fine on a fat cat, but as I rubbed her belly I wondered if that’s what might have gotten her into trouble as a human. I tried to reassure myself that her indiscretions weren’t my fault
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I Am My VoiceRegimes may throb and dreams may smoke but my sisters' thoughts they'll not revoke. Through rock that quivers, through concrete stream, our reds and yellows, they'll dazzle and teem. My womanliness need not be feminine not that the feminine…
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Desire, nervousness and your power, in even your slightest look, I find it so addicting, harboring transformative impossibilities.Is this, I wonder, all that can really happen — wishing, dreaming? Consuming, I can't leave or lose it, not knowing, can't stop thinking…
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Sometimes words are carved in stone, but you won't find these in this poem
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Prophet with a portable outhouse sees into the excrement the dogma of the pussies and the wussies and the wieners and the healers. Prophet with a portable outhouse looks out beyond the living rooms of the wretched and the forsaken hairy chests and the shaved …
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It's house has seen every day and every night
From its windows stars are born and die
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Every time they said Gloria I turned around but of course they meant Gloria Steinem.
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A Praying Mantis
clover to bright emerald green
landed on my sleeve
and lingered as I worked
in my hay field.
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Assholes are assholes
who do asshole things.
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I walked into a novel and sat down on a rock. The language was distressed and full of cyclones and swells. I could smell embalming fluid and folklore. Everywhere I went there were doorknobs, escalators, and clocks. Objects of all genre overflowing with prose. I stood at …
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Say say say say say say says our I-I-I-me tunes:
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What shattering tranquility! Such a devastating hush! The flora in its element, the sky a flaccid red. Dreaming just a little, more or less awake, the people shift, capitulate, move like animated trees, dropping their leaves on pathways, on subtle …
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Such pretty dogma, a voice in sleepstutters a wakefulness, clings to the Gothiclike a warrior clings to war.You wear the gown of impossibility.Before unfinished works of suns,perpetual irises, wonderful, mad,armed with such superlativesI heap praise upon your pineal…
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I am human, I am no piece of meat.I am (womb)an.I stand on my own two feet.I move my own arms and legs.I do not scramble eggsnor do I wait for the telephone to ringfrom possibly potential datesdesperate for my affections,none of them remotely worthy.Independent am I. …
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I Tinseled nebulae scatter, couples dance the dance of meridians, as seekers of that dream that does not seek; but so are we, but sense everything shall become antique, that the tragic is everything. Reverent this loneliness. Giving…
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Sometimes everything becomes as meaningless as a blonde woman with sunglasses. Still, there is something reassuring about the blonde woman with sunglasses, as she sits there alien to any regime, while I build my new empire of vanilla ice cream, so…
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“Time to check out,” I tell myself, looking at sailboats and surfers from the open window of my hotel room. I inhale minty incense and gaze down on a dark-skinned woman in a sombrero beneath towering palm trees. Laid out before her on a folding table ar
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Meagan rides the subway with perfect lips and deep thoughts, looking moody out the smudged window like an actress in a Sofia Coppola film.
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How could he care less what those below thought, when everything below him was demonstrably beneath him?
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No-one ever sits beside him. As if he might urinate, or spit. Or, worse, engage in conversation about God.
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Between chapters, he trained my dog, Buster. He taught him to fetch bottle caps, roll over for no reason, and to play dead whenever someone raised their voice
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