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Jim Morrison moved
ever so slightly
in the cold of his grave
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...to know they are not alone
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It feels like only a month ago I thought about calling you.Feels like a week ago started an email to send you and didn't.A few days ago that I nearly sent a text.It is almost a year since you killed yourself.Where did the time go?
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My wife’s got dangerously good
Peripheral vision
She can see things so far to the side
That I’m almost certain she can see things behind her
And I’m sure she can see things that happened yesterday
But the thing that scares me the most
She
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Last chance for gas between here and hell.
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right/rite:
Your touch smooth as impulse/
Swaying my mind
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Not sure I remember what's important, but I remember you. That's the whole problem I think. You're a drain where all my words end up ending up. All of them get lost inside you. Eventually. And I'm left with nothing to say. Because all my words are gone…
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The one thing I believe in is collapse./
Abandoned buildings collapse. Civilizations//
collapse. Financial bubbles collapse./
Stars and galaxies collapse. Falling//
is something that comes quite naturally/
to puffed up things.
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"You had to do something back then, so I joined the Coast Guard!" he said, as though anybody said both. "My mother got us evicted!" she said, neglecting that this means homeless and ruined.
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The bus is a living thing. Its engine its heart, its body our shelter, its driver the hands that take us to our destination. We cling to the bars in the aisles where scents mix and bodies touch, where young couples with knotted fingers, eyes in eyes, tell us that life is…
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Let's put a cork in this drain.
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the day’s sirens beckon, well to ignore they/while living through sequential events . . .
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I leave the 29
to go after the 1
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My mother always brightens when I walk into her room, then a sallow nature overtakes the short-lived smile. It’s as if she expects someone else, and disappointment sets in when she sees it’s only me.
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The face had become a chilling death mask.
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We are a city of overworked workers.
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We all have our place
But it’s always there, isn’t it
Streaming throughout our lives
The light of the face
Where most of the soul comes to rest
We see it best when the hard wind blows
Cause in the course of events
The wind will know our
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held in my hands/
like the dream of a /
golden wood
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So you don't want to give your dog an ordinary name like Fido or Spot. And you love books. So, naturally, you turn to your favorite literary classics when it's time to name the new puppy. The result? This list of actual canine names inspired by literature (from…
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Yellow glioblastoma in a vegetable brain-stem..Gentlemen, I give to you the cauliflower.
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You don't deserve this poem and I don't deserve to write it. Whatever time we have left is way better spent sitting in a sunny garden with a good interesting book and with a beautiful golden delicious apple to bite into. But…
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Your fingers were hexes but so clean
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Hot sweaty bodies slam into each other to get aboard the overflowing subway car. I struggle to wedge myself though the sliding doors, bracing for more bodies to press against mine. The passengers in front of me suddenly stop and fan out.
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(and the teacher’s voice, which we realize has just faded in at a drone:)
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Endurance wears the soul thin.//
The hour to succumb ticks ever closer.
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I had never been to the city of K. before, having just flown in on business the other night, and so imagine my surprise at seeing my parents, waiting at a bus stop just a few blocks from my hotel.
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Karin sat down. Her heart beating fast, she clutched her chest. “I’m in over my head.”
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W here do you think you're going
what'll you think you'll do
running down this highway
that you never even knew
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Tall ladders extended by tanned legs and arms reached for the crop. The orchard had replenished itself with summer sounds and baskets teeming with cherries. Each year the same people made their pilgrimage up on the ladders. Freely handing out its fruit, the orchard seemed…
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