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I hear the stern voices of my ancestors. * When summer leaves, some of us want to follow it. * I've emptied my childhood basket and found a few faded flowers. * We've all touched cacti in our life. * The sunflower next door keeps on…
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They wear their bodies recklessly, these cempazuchitl,
these flowers of the dead.
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I fancy myself a spy. Unofficial official of the H. O. A. Super secret free agent agent of the Glenwood Homeowner's Association. Even the board is unaware of the work I do in their name, without the faintest utterance of their name. Only the highest of the high, the…
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We were clinging to hope and innocence
Until the second jet struck the Twin Towers
That was when real evil twisted our hearts
And we were left without prayer, or power
Yes, a couple holding hands jumped from the building
But when I was the o
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Rainy eyes fall fast somewhere
close to me
Riding the wind like lust
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maybe eventually time / will erase our time together
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[marbles] [blither-blather] [blarg]
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The old neighborhood, long paling in the shadow of greater Los Angeles, was reduced to two blocks in length and occupied only one side of Figueroa. It was the crumbling bastian of homes whose architecture remembered yet street-car bells clanging, watermelon farms and…
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I wanted you in the worst way
but that's not how I got you.
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Then he said something that really made sense, said he kept a blank check in his back pocket...
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the pressure from my lungs threatened to burst my eardrums.
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Snow fell against the windows casting shadows that danced like fireflies or flame—he couldn’t make out which for sure. He’d tumbled and bounced from balcony to balcony, the snow calming with the winds and gently falling, now.
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Beneath an opal moon, the open field and wilderness across it look immersed in varying shades of blue. A strong night howler blows across a little girl's face as she walks the field as if in a trance; her whole visage framed against the backdrop of this very act …
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Did you ever have a morning when you just did not want to wake up? Sleep can be marvelous, but dreams not so much. If you believe, here is a tale. "She was awakened by the mushing of her pillow around where her head lay squarely on it. It was not violent,
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Agamemnon and Menelaus were/
complete creeps. Achilles was//
a pompous piece of shit.
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"She was like a perimeter guard for an advanced race of beings who looked human but were somehow para-human entities focused only temporarily within this dimension."
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"Why?" is the question I ask, but no one is around to answer. What would an answer change anyway? But it is all I can do. So it is all I can do.
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I look good
Together
Got these penny wings
I could actually fly with
It all becomes so clear
Sound goes down
Sanity returns in an instant
The night is bigger...
I’d rather stay near the ground
I’m not a practicing angel
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There is someone looking for youfor him or her self. I don't know if they'll keep on looking forever when we live our present lives so far apart from each other. You might as well be behind a glass at all times. But I still would want…
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It was all about the war.
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rheumy eyes wink, gnarled hands pantomime
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(I would cite here “corpse plumbers”, but I fear being misconstrued.)
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Cafés just aren´t cool anymore
unless they boast walls of exposed brick, pipes,
half a chair nailed to the ceiling,
mis-matched furniture back-breakingly uncomfortable.
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Julia liked her shoes. They were made of suede. Blue. With a low platform sole. A small size for small feet. Julia was eight. They weren't school shoes; parties and special outings only. They had been a Christmas present from Aunty Molly. The box had been wrapped in red…
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He arched an eyebrow. He was "thinking" — a tricky thing to do, when you never read, even the newspaper.
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A starved hunchbacked figure covered in blanket gently steers a one eyed dog along with him. A four legged shadow serving as his longtime companion against the all-consuming vacuum of the universe. A friend for all times.A thin scar runs from his cheekbone to…
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when the mirror cracks
my eyes won't cry
it's a perfectly
respectable (romance)
between her and i
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There are things we must not say.
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