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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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Weekly game night for the Oscar Family. Winning is secondary.
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I can’t hold a job
I can’t hold a hammer
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Miranda laughed. The cream of the retail industry laughed...
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The monkey did not live for long. He’d lost interest in the stuffed dog pretty much right away. The farther away the shuttle, the more garbled and fanciful the sign language the monkey had been taught became.
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After you lost sight in your left eye, mom made me go on the road with you that last summer to help you see.
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Who's that? I don't know. …
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Mrs. Death was walking in mountains where everything around was still. Mr. Death? —in another hemisphere, wandering (last she’d heard) through a vast forest.
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I lack the intellect, discipline,
and faith in anything
but our ultimate erasure.
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Maybe, after years of writing poems like letters, he began to notice that no one ever wrote him back.
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the little white lights i see
mean many different things to me
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