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Getting answers felt like it was not enough. Madam Mayweather wanted more. She wanted to hurt someone.
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Michiko never telephoned Frank from Washington or Chicago.
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Originally designed for para-morticians and pre-professional undertakers, the Protocol has now been certified and approved for over-the-counter purchase and is completely safe (check local regulations for sales to minors: not approved for veterinary use).
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a few numbers/
and a handful of their operations,
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Beyond the tattered flags of nature.Beyond all my love examines.Beyond the courtyard of Man's fever.Stands your mind of famines.More or less eclipsedby the darkness of my betters.I lay now down to ruinthe art of unsigned letters.To bypass Common Man'spremature…
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To tell the truth, I can’t complain. Look, lots of people have it tough. I don’t have it tough...
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The kid with a testosterone chip
Instead of a brain
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Only last Friday, he was introduced/
around, smiling, healthy,/
a fine young man.
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You left for the glittery wild of West Hollywood. I guess L.A.'s off-limits now. My heart goes fucking tachy when I drive over Kellogg Hill past Forest Lawn and see the skyline glowing through the rainbow haze of sunset. You're out there, out in the…
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the slow stretches across the horizon
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Sounds terrific, but are there any strings attached?
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" I have no idea what's goin on out here, and I'm gonna find out one way or another."
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The thrum and the thrust//
have beaten conviviality out of me.
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From the movement of the silence and the stillness of the bells From all that stands unguarded in need of sentinels. My world concomitant with some other sphere, that refuses me admittance, elusive yet so near. A physical illusion, a blinding…
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just wondering what one does when age and job skills narrow one's career options
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All these poets with their wrinkled hands full of freshly poured over poems are driving me into the dried wheat fields like a black block of crows. Offering a collectable cigarette, they light the damned thing with another hand-rolled poem,…
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With small and fleshy hands/
I scratch at enigmatic stones,
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people keep trying to get me/ "out of the house"./ they see fun in me, and cool in me,/ and want to spend time with me,/ and i am flattered most sincerely./
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They’re young and haughty.
27’s still a long ways off.
They read about the famous,
not the dead.
Dusty dragonflies will not
land upon them,
and they are really only in love
with the dishwasher.
Now there’s a problem.
Poetry is dead,
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It's a business, after all, all are quick to remind us. True dat, and the sun always rises in the east and sets in the west, and death and taxes...yup yup, we know. We get it.
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Behind the plastic kitchen, where the special children sometimes sit, a large boy in tight dungarees had grabbed Stephanie's hair in one fist.
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We’ll just choke on all our shit
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The body does what a body must
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her knife cleaves a single red hair
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Michiko stood in front of Steinway Hall on West 57th Street.
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Purple fades.
Orange into a deeper blue...The deepest blue ever known.
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for spirits and demons have no life/
but what imagination gives
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