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“Elaine, what's that bee doing?”, asked Jonathan as he slid his reading glasses down and turned his attention from the morning paper to a bee that had landed on the his Nesbitt's Lime soda bottle. The bottle sat on the small, hand-made table in their back…
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“Too perfect.” my therapist intervenes in assurance, “You did enough, really. More than anyone else would.” I know the subtext is that I possibly did more than I should. My appointment is coincidentally later that day, after his goodbye letter arrives in
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master carvers do not reduce with carving.
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I smelled the bleach of burst anemones
the sweet arousal of the Dungeness crabs
the seaweed of sour twigs and feces
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Summer nights or frozen
winter, the crackles of his black.
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Could sampans fall upward, sailing from the bottom of the Earth? If so, which way would their sails bend—up, or down? And would the strange China Sea follow suit? Would salt water geysers spurt from the hole we dug, flooding the streets of Seattle?
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They make you work
For your pizza in Italy
You have to slice it yourself
While wearing a gas mask
To ward off the cigarette smoke
From every neighboring table
While chasing away the
Mosquitos and the pigeons
The flies and the gypsy r
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Gladstone called him a ‘goddam nihilist’--
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I kicked your dog, Yes I did, I kicked your dog I kicked your dog Because it urinated on my Afghan rug It bit my maid and it ate my frog It defecated on Shakespeare's sonnet, barked at my psychedelic parrot, salivated over Norman Mailer's bust, snapped at…
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I am studying the way/
dust bunnies emerge, grow/
and apparently reproduce.
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—indistinct and foggy, my eyes lost at sea,
confined to a horizon not close to land.
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if we stare into the dark long
enough, we see ourselves at some end or
beginning –
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And she's dying like someone who's tried living and failed.
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like the dome of an immense lamp
like blades of grass at the sweep of the scythe
like a line of cliffs against a tempestuous tide
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Oryn led Ragnorak to a window. It was darkened in the corners with only a red light over the Nocturne.
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Now as my fearful hand goes unwittingly up I search the faraway trees for the closest possible answer I know I don't know. The clever waiting beast is looking my way with an intelligent roving eye that says he likes to hit. It doesn't matter. You're worse…
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an undercurrent of fear is running through my community
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Gorillas with Picassos form charcoal memories Van Gogh leaves his legacy in forgotten fields Astrologers approach the sea of false jealousies And Mel Brooks eats crispy bacon
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It was on the Fake News today, Oh boy
They built a bridge from Alaska to Siberia
Called the Bridge Over Troubled Waters
Instead of a wall
And Putin came riding bareback on a pink unicorn
Into the White House and renamed it
The White Horse,
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I wonder how many crumbs
he can drop to make a cookie,
whole, so I can relax a little
and throw out the self help books
about how I'm not right in
the motherfucking head,
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The Cheshire grinning/
moon cups itself to capture/
Venus should she fall.
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the Way that can be mapped leads nowhere.
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A tiny story, 55 words, just enough to fit on a . . .
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Anastomose my veins to / yours so we may / share // a dream pooled between us
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I don't think dogs like to die with the pack.
The smell of them rotting brings trouble in the wild,
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I may have gone
A little soft in the brain
But I swear I still see it
The angel closes the rain
Even God has to refrain
From causing us pain
When the angel closes the rain
So the angel closes the rain
At the end of time
The angel mus
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Let your father stay
through that dinner
when his mistress needed him,
while your mother was on the verge.
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It was a lover’s dark. They had been talking for hours when daylight lost interest and had gone elsewhere for sport.
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