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Vince did a dance of love and courtship around the Camaro moving crab-like around it with his arms hung low, raising them only to lower his sunglasses.
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But conversation, like music, is measured in beats, and he waits for more than one, and loses the moment.
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Someone has locked themselves in the large stall
They’re smoking one cigarette after another
And pulling long stretches of toilet paper off the rolls
God only knows for what purpose
And yelling for anyone who’s outside the stall
To go get them
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In the Ardennes for the the first time...
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an artist sits in the sun
moving fingers through long hair
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i beat myself back into the littlon fish door, the algae sealing strip connecting as it does. Eons ago, i fell, and andy and i met with hands of crab and lobster in an eleborate room benaeth here, but I know very well, i am not him
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Cacophony of an engine-braking eighteen-wheeler/
scatters the crows to fences, trees and wires/
in a startling chant of caw, caw, caw.
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The drop is like a hangman's drop, an executioner's, but farther and longer, perhaps three or four seconds.
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Looking back now, examining from a distance the sequence of events I failed to connect as anything beyond queer happenstance...
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like they are trying to not get noticed by fickle death. It clearly marks them in a targeted way. Very ironic. Here's the only message I want you to ever hear from me : scramble like a quick monkey with a stolen banana in his tiny hairy…
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It started with crows. I'd walk the switchback trail to the top of the park with its outlook of the city and if I didn't see any crows I'd whistle and they'd come swarming from everywhere. I'd give the peanuts a toss and the crows would caw their heads off and peck at…
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The sun placed itself upon a mighty peak and showered a million peaks with it's dazzling gold.
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A familiar ritual by now...
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Nearly everyone knows of that celebrated poet’s story coming down to us from classical Greek mythology: the tragic tale of Orpheus and his descent into the underworld to rescue his beloved Eurydice. Well, there’s a much lesser known story of a legendary 7
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On the way to
The Museum of Inner Light
Expect delays
Expect bumps in the road
Expect potholes and such
Expect a murder of crows
Rolling acorns over the rooftops
But what I want to know is who
Who eats a butterfly
On the way to
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He was surrounded by bats and stalactites and skeletons greeted him and dead celebrities moaned and neon signs -- props from defunct game shows -- were hung up as far as the eye can see.
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You shouldn't look at my undies! I'm gonna kill you if you look at my undies again, you goddamn bastard! :)
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He fished a tissue from a hidden pocket and dabbed his forehead, then called the cops.
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the frost has made all tender greens bow
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then something like a shark gnawing on a harpsichord. Her drum kit apparently is an entire laundromat. A pocketful of marbles spilling in rivulets, down a set of narrow linoleum steps, merrily as two warblers splashing in a birdbath. several octaves below
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He remembers his father’s concrete slab hands. Balled into fists they resembled kettlebells.
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What happened then was not entirely innocent or spontaneous. I had been impressed by a scene in Some Came Running by James Jones, where the teenage writer sneaks his girlfriend home and makes love to her on his childhood's bed.
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My story begins where so many have ended, strapped fast to a cold table, just moments from a lobotomy needle and anything resembling the man that I am.
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got the space heater going in the desert
got a lot of space out there somewhere
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and I saw a man mopping a floor. He did not look like a monk, but he was smiling at something I could not see. You would not find me and I was beautiful. You would not find me and you closed the memory. I thought that was unfair and maybe it was,…
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It's true. I like to walk on the ceiling. But please. Don't hold it against me. The ceiling is cold. Nobody lives there. Just a spider. A curious arachnid. She lets herself down sometimes. If I'm on the bed, trying to sleep, staring at the ceiling, watching her…
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For a few/
vivid weeks, deciduous shrubs and trees/
will seem to glow like flames and embers
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The paper was strewn, everywhere.
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