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In my 14 to 15 year old life in the late 50s I worked as a clean-up boy in the neighborhood butcher shop up on 5th. Ave.,
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a girl in a red cap
flashes by
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People suck. They suck you down, and if you're not careful, they'll ruin you.
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I walked along the beach today, and there I saw them all; including the latest lost: little Tiven, Tommy, Michaela & my Paul. Grandma painted at her easel, set upon the dune. Uncle Eddie bent in half, laughing like a loon, Oliver growled…
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then something like a shark gnawing on a harpsichord. Her drum kit apparently is an entire laundromat. A pocketful of marbles spilling in rivulets, down a set of narrow linoleum steps, merrily as two warblers splashing in a birdbath. several octaves below
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The vet sat with a young woman and old man on a bench in the waiting area. The vet talked like a machine-gun, giving post-surgical instructions for the care of a dog as the woman petted the back of her father who was trembling like…
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For starters, someone must be dead. That’s the golden rule to remember here. And if that someone is mom, you’ve got a hit on your hands.
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Just take the mountain curves
as tightly to the inside and
as fast as surface conditions permit
and the road’s edge
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Remember when I entered a room and turned heads
is my youthful charm a sputtering fire in the hearth
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strobe lights wash me up and down
and here is the hottest mad dancer of
the early morning black and loaded
rushed into a freeze frame
...Also link to the song "Nope"
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Men and their inevitable disappointments—sure, why not?
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"Time is an ocean, but it ends at the shore. You may not see me tomorrow."--Bob DylanThey're writing poems, but not for me. Guess I'll write one for my own. For nobody that I know now. It's a pretty lonely world for someone who sings, not you, not with…
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This no man's island I'm perched high above isn't always so beautiful to the casual beholder of newly printed maps. Oh don't go and get your clouds all wrong. Puffed or thin, everything I say I believe in is a real feeling, until the music dies…
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my hands splash in to
silver and suds
in attempts to rinse
blues caked in grease
away for a while
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In a field of barley, I see you, ...
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Lights of human occupation burn/
in patterns like the growth/
of a bacillus, lethal and prodigious,
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We were old. Wind came in with small threats and played games with drapes. A print of orchids and some other green affair that looked to me like kiwis. Sadie was arranging some items on a desk and I noticed there was a cricket on the window. I was thinking…
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in a willow garden lush shade/drapes dark the young woman's small house/with the lone window, the white door . . .
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He is drilling the door of a safe to access the keys he locked inside.
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Equality became the next goal, rendering gay redundant in describing marriage. Gaelic life is ringed with sharing and lent the word slogan.
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What the spaces say//
can be heard in the short/
and longer silences
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Maybe we all met, somewhere, in between streets.
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The voices he hears are God and the Devil and he knows the difference. Therefore, he is not mentally ill.
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remembering Cahokia, a place we rent near the water's edge, for we dare not enter
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“In retrospect, perhaps I should ask my renter’s insurance to cover damage from lava lamp discharges. But I am not a person who enjoys a fracas.”
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Last week I came home early from work and caught my wife having sex with the Cookie Monster.
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As air warms and warm/
winds stir, green becomes the force/
that surges the plains.
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Strength & Luck By Nonnie Augustine There was no food in Ireland for young Patrick Kennedy who'd known nothing of blooming. So he crossed the wintry sea in a bucking, groaning boat to Liverpool. Once the damn ship docked in…
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