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The winter’s too warm for the bears to sleep,
and they get up in the middle of the night
with insomnia and wander about the streets
in their pajamas, knocking over garbage cans,
looking for a midnight snack of some kind.
They’re getting kind o
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"I've been on eight blind dates in three days," she tells me. I can't quite work the math out, but somehow the combination of her wildly undulating eyebrows and harsh vocal tone manage to convince me."I can play the kazoo," I tell her. It's my one saving grace--the thing…
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The throw was the last leg of a triple play.
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The faces of the sun remain unaltered across the
seven day forecast.
I am sweat-glued to a poem, looking up at the
wall-mounted TV in a diner in the Valley
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Okay, no freaking out. I mean, this isn't a suicide note. This is suicide fiction.
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In and out of morphine dreams, he flies through the unfinished roof of Illinois sky. Below, matchbox-sized farm machines. A silo becomes his father's thermos, the silver-capped tower from which he stole sips at ten, his first secret. Back …
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Mark Reep is that stepbrother you had a thing for, the one who turned you onto Steve Vai, Stoli.
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His eyes are closed yet restless, as if too many thoughts loop beneath the lids.
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Reprisal The bomb blew away hubris, shocked the arrogant bastards into humiliated silence. None of them had experienced hunger and they'd misjudged its effect. In the lobby of the palace, dirt, plaster, glass shifted, rumbled,…
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Thus, more people can drown//
and leave their bones
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I draw your location on my thighs. It takes up both legs; it’s far. I think about showing you but something comes up. The phone rings. I tell her I don’t want to donate to the PBA.
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Everything is at sixes and sevens.
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At first, it was tedious, those long Russian names, the convoluted story, but recess after recess he stayed in and became enchanted
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Noon sun, like a restless master
on my back
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Even word dancers need rest.
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It’s so uncomfortable being an Angel in a sack
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"The sheriff's mother-in-law made the smoothest 'shine in the county."
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I wander toward the midnight dock
a neon sine curve stabs my eyes
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After lunch I left my office and trickled along like a slow leak, a notch above meandering; gravity had become a lateral force that pulled me forward.
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Sometimes he would get up at night, go outside, and stand in the middle of their back yard.
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Imagine the poem written with a pistol at your head.
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She thinks she trusts this man; she wants to trust him. His face reminds her of a man who once took care of her on an airplane when she was a kid traveling by herself.
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April spit its greeting, toe to head.
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Carthage, Rome subdued:/itself, Rome never long tamed./Memento mori.
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A mile down the road, they found Denny’s. It was only four in the afternoon so there was no wait and the couple sat right away.
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Four ships anchor
Far off shore
Chains slip
Beneath the swell.
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