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The most unoriginal, trite and hackneyed story ever written!
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The sky’s on fire with existence
When I’m around you
Your wandering kisses enter my soul
But your quiet beauty may be
What really carries you
It is like
Finding and touching the
Pearl of existence
To be near you
Was that your tattoo
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We laugh at them, parading two-by-two, the elephants rolling tail to trunk across the makeshift gangplank, wide slats flexing under their sway. A pair of snakes contemplates gulping a pair of frogs and their clandestine movements stun a cricket and his mate. Birds squat…
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The year begins well here
with much needed rain
and tee-shirt temperatures.
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The trio stuffed their grilling equipment in a battered van and left for Dixieland Speedway at 4:30 am.
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My grief is made up of
Demons fighting to
Claw their way first
Out of my eyes
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I'm more ash now than cigar.
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I remember the living room heater
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“Snobs,” our head housekeeper Denise called them in her deep voice, while peering out from under her glasses at me.
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I remember having a beer once
And feeling like a minor god
And I know in some lie you told
Your life began making sense
And I also know that the mind likes logic
But the heart loves chaos
I just hope flies land on the butter of your soul
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What happens in life when no one is watching?
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The Guy Behind Me
only had one item.
And he looked too young
to fully grasp
Loneliness.
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Death threats? Just another mumbling day in the world of Willy Gregg.
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At step blinding speed we all alight somewhere in the world
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The candles and my brain
flame
like a torch
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Unless we see it, probe it,
Name it, star by star, and feel
This awful, tenuous gratitude.
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ride crests and troughs of ceaseless change, / without delight but without fear, / and once it’s time to leave, then simply go, /
without regret, with no unseemly fuss.
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growing up fumbling for excuses your fingers, clumsy littlepads of flesh you don't recognize a scatter plot of acnethat won't erase by mirrorwhy this scene doesn't workkissing the detachable lips of bobby-soxed methodgirlswho keep…
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with binoculars
neighbor reads
screen text:
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You know I'm living in the past...
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When the truth is spoken, we don’t know
Where to look, as if we only know someone
Has gotten away with something big
Or stolen someone’s heart, knowing how easy
It was, how fragile, how true to itself
So open and weightless, without guile
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