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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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The three were up early to await the deer with rifles, ammunition, and coffee.
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"You wantin' one of them kittens? If we can't give 'em away we're gonna drown 'em. We got too many."
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leaves of a season/float into a brook among/bubbles fit to burst.
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Here comes my speed dealer
he's riding shotgun in the open
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Call it a spell or a prayer or a ritual; it worked.
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“You haven’t been listening, have you.”
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The day came shyly up to me like a rolling orange thing. Perhaps of alien origin, but not if the Buddha of our foolish hopeless dreamer inside has anything to say about it. It said, pick me up. I did. It looked like forever on the inviting horizon with trees as…
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The oranges are dreaming that they have turned to apples.
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Trigger warning: casualties of war.
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