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Maybe tomorrow someone dreams
And maybe someone moans
But beware the steam inside the dome
It’s just dreams that sorrow owns
If it resonates, say so
Ho in a raccoon coat
Slow bum ahead
If it resonates, say so, say so
And her man, yo
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Two weeks after All Souls’ Day, he trudges through the overgrown pasture behind the farmhouse, his head bent, intent on his footing, a shovel his walking stick.
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No, your clever costume won’t protect you.
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the moon tops the monolith
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Always in a hurry/to spoil your/weekend
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If you were a poem / it’d be called/
Better Homes and Gardens.
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In a time of drought,/
the sound of rain is sweet/
and joyful music.
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He played real good
But never looked
At no one
Strong guitar
Weak knees
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Stupidity is not a mask; it is the face / and it is the face that betrays us / always.
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Dude -- I DON'T want to date your boat!
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Mayumi approached them; her memories of their faces from the texts they received from each other had come alive.
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I'd laugh, cry, splutter with confusion or outrage. I'd probably say “Duh” a lot, grow pale, flush, and wink at the viewers. I'd furrow my eyebrows, raise one or both, and my eyes would narrow, widen,…
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that moon does not think (unless mineral thoughts) . . .
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feathered waves of tangerine peach
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I thought I heard
Follow your heart
On the cold, cold
Night of the soul
I thought I heard
Follow your heart, follow your heart
On this coldest night
Of the soul
Leaves on fire, leaves on fire
They told me look
Into the flames
To
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this reaching, this striving to love like it's there becoming something we need.
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It was entirely my fault, misreading signals. I have a clumsy imagination, mistook your gushing about my boobs as a soul connection. Then you said something about us being lovers in a past life, and I remembered Bobby Bubion from high school, his strategy for…
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The dead want you to calm down.They are quite fine, and don't needyour post-mortem tears, the flowers and veils; their names mispronounced by preachers. None of your catechisms will do -- especiallyfor the children, who know them well and need no…
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The moon poured more/
light into the sky/
yet we kept on talking
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The voice is back! That voice, like milk and honey, like mother, like the school nurse who bandaged my scraped knee.
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I left the train, still going nowhere, but in a hurry.
Still a boy, but trapped in a suit.
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We deny one another, here,/
as long as it’s plausible.
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If you were glassI'd fog you up With my breathI'd leave messagesPictographsIn fingerprints I'd press in closeSo would youAnd so we'd danceBut you are glassAn inch of depthTo catch my breath
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I arrange my stones in circles
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This world is always at least as strange as it seems, but usually far more strange, so many non-repeatable phenomena . . . .
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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. We were so hungry. All of a sudden as we sat there in our car, the shop's owner knocked on the window and asked what he could g
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It's time, more than anything
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