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Lord knows we all tried to stop him from doing it. You're crazy we said. This makes you look like a lunatic. They'll hunt you down in even heavier droves now. You've upset their delicate memories. I tried to stop him. That's cow territory my friend…
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The body is an endless safari
filled with rhino sightings
and encounters with antelope.
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...she shouted, “Benny!” and slowed down as a hand-lettered signboard proclaiming zukeeny appals cidar came into view
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Devoid of flesh and muscle,
Composed of bone and air.
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graves left or graves lost, into silence death sinks:/it's leaving the living that leaves us such pain.
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My mouth is orange rind and whiskey, my tongue a cocktail cherry.
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heart-shaped stones
love, devotion
no way
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We were fleeing Hurricane Katrina
We stopped somewhere in Texas at a roadside diner
But found a sign that said it was closed
All of a sudden as we sat there in our car
The shop’s owner knocked on the window
And asked what he could get for us
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Even music relies on what/
you know as music/
for its power to enthrall.
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If you want to be a writer, just write stuff.
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In the evening when the sun sinks low and the baths gets drawna tall glass of milk sits slowly spoiling and sweating on the cracked white window sill. And the kids walk across the grass.The birds send out their last farewell notes They sail on the infinite breath of…
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“Oh, where are you going to, O tow-haired rover?” Though my sight turns nowhere homeward, and my mouth's run numb, I can hear a leaflet sifting through the walls of clover; Though I stay, I ‘m going forth and o'er to Camelot, come- On a four…
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“Don’t ever call me that name, formal or informal, okay? Forget you heard it.”
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Even at five years old, I could tell that Eloise was haunted by ghosts that shook her core, leaving her dangling and seeking stability in slowly repeating her compulsive routines.
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A short sonnet for my sweetheart's birthday.
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You burnish what is left
until it shines and call it
your own.
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My single sculling boat was not made to take the impact of a pickup.
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So, as the lines on my face grow more pronounced, the lines on my finger prints are fading away?
All I can say is that it's a damn shame it's not the other way around.
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Milton Berle bought a hot dog at the Stucky's snack bar once. True. I wasn't there, but I believe it.
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"You're publishing too much too / quickly. We think that's unhealthy. We want you / to slow down. You're becoming a fame whore."
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“Look them straight in the eye, keep your mouth shut unless spoken to, and make no sudden moves.”
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The racket of me left
this morning
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People are yelling for Little Elvis
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Contemporary cosmography tells us that both our extravagant valorizations of freedom and our dim regard for some conceptions and exercises of freedom are themselves . . . influenced by sheer physical velocity . . . .
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From 'Excelsior' (fifth section) - a poem in 9 parts. So this is what begins at thirty? Thirty-five, And waiting. Those make love with water mildly, they That sink and skim the tide's meridian fingers: Brown swans that bob the blue orb's plumbing sheer. So this has…
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It was if you memorized my ever detail but not the why.
And perhaps that is what love is. Was that love?
I lie in bed waiting for the man who came after you
to join me. I hear his heavy footsteps and know
he wants to go to Hawaii too,
when our bud
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