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My mother was a bluebird
Who flew from tree to tree
My father was a pilot
Who flew right over me
Her soul is still living
There upon my tree
My dad’s evaporated
Right in front of me
My brother’s soul has wandered
Far away I see
I
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Day by day people went missing. Reports of the ads being answered with a robocall solution to their problems were at first unconfirmed. Yesterday my best friend told me his emotional distress call was going to be channeled into a free trip to what he call
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Unbind the memory’s
Filthy rags
So she is free to wear
Lipstick, fishnets, and fuck me shoes.
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It rained on the morning of the party, and the weatherman promised it would continue throughout the day. But Marilyn didn't mind. She actually preferred entertaining in bad weather. Her rugs weren't valuable enough to worry about, and the gloomier the sky
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-- as if I had / only rung the rusted bell --
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In that time when the trunk was getting cleared out and when it became only the empty shell of what had once been so important, many things hit the match. She burned an old black negligee, a picture competing with the likes of a Vargas girl and other thin
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“I can't go to sleep,” Jonathan said, laying on the doctor's couch. He counted on his fingers to keep his mind active. “I'll certainly die if I do.”
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David looked at the plaque sitting on top of his computer monitor and wondered if he’d even touched it since he’d placed it there. He picked it up and brushed off six years’ worth of dust into the wastebasket on top of the mustard-stained sandwich wrappe
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Breathe a stench of Eton musk...
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i watch my mind not wanting to touch the vanished rusty notes remain objects of consciousness heaven and hell inside us each moment birds fly through mental speech dark garden rain olive green cool breath of betrayal siempre mixed with greed awakens…
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I am the man who was fired from a thousand jobs
I was the model you saw pointing at the gleaming red Maserati
At the Miami Art Fair, as if you did not already see it
I was the girl named Calorie in that infamous diet commercial
I was the boy named
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My fingers are shining
in the underwater afterlife of memory
searching for the nipple-sized mollusks
searching for the solid nature of things
left over from having lived a life
at all
That new rain smell, specifically
I remember that,
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Bit by bit I was traveling away, we thought. Maybe I’d join myself, all together, in Toronto. Or in an industrial coffee can. Or in the closet. “Check the closet,” I pointed.
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strange daysi'm having lunch with the babyand we're talking about people-watchingand old souls and coffee and twizzlersit's a weird conversation but she's my babyso something about some apple not falling far from the treewould best fit in herebut anywayi feel like i'm…
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I feel so glamorous when I talk to Andy on the phone
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It was a subtle change. Jeffrey's grandmother was never graceful. Her figure was like a garbage bag filled with rounded masses of leaves and the unexpected angle of the odd stick, the entire shambling affair draped in soiled and yellowed hand-knit clothing…
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I found the hand eight months ago, after I planned to grow a meadow of tiny yellow blossoms in my yard.
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He knew it was messed up and wrong, but sometimes she was the last thing he’d see before the dam burst. It made him feel both the best and the worst.
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Have you ever heard a bird sneeze?
Okay, okay, I was sitting on this branch,
and you know how everybody loves to hate poetry, right?
So, I ran into some hippies, who had named their daughter Echinacea,
and you could instantly read her future, and
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OldShe would amble into this coffee shopevery dayOrdered her cup of coffeeWhen she finished it, she would wave thecontainer in the air shouting "waitress, waitress,another one please."As the waitress came to her for her refill, she would put her hand in her tattered bag and…
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Any form of exertion would defile what we are trying to do
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Sometime in the late 60s when I was thirteen I had this paper route for the San Mateo Times.
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"Do you kiss all of your models?"
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Abstractions excite me. I can't say why. There are treasures in the mountains. Extremities and peaks. Romantic cures and the curious juice of blackberries. The truth and authority of rock. It feels impersonal, and tilts into eccentric configurations. What is purpose?…
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Somebody left CNN on all night long
until the news cycle flipped, crashed
and burned
in its own ruins
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He puts on a choir of prepositions, 142 adjectives, 317 ramifications of cotton... and 177 semicolons engorged with cabbage.
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People in bad health who want to kill themselves are no different than ancient Romans who ran on their swords. They only want to save themselves a bit of embarrassment.
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