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"Your mother does sailors," the parrot screeched.
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Dear Erin,And people call ME a pussy. Fuck you,The Cunt
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We liked the orderly Newtonian/
with its fundamentalist action/
and reaction, its rules
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the Way that can be mapped leads nowhere.
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The voice in the sand: "If it has soul you must funk it."
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It was when the party hit a lull and a woman wearing too much rouge was going on about her parakeets that Tom decided to set down his bourbon glass and pull out his gun.
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This will be the century of infinite sadness,/
sadder even than the Twentieth/
with its expansive catalog of horrors.
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"S- E- X -- ever heard of it?"
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A woman who is, say, a culinary arts champion or an heiress devoted to literature such as Bryher (Annie Winifred Ellerman) or Peggy Guggenheim might be able to turn me on, turn me out, turn me around.
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Fine gradations of the fractional/
fissure the eggshell whole we crave
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by myself next to just one wide-eyed moment of wild blued out ocean. You know the one I mean. I don't want to have to speak to you, or even- alone- to myself. I'd like to be left inside the poem it makes me feel without having to get up and pee every…
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He was here and then he was gone. He wasn't at my ex-wife's house either. On Tuesday we were at the circus and that's the last I saw him. I jumped into my '68 Beetle, one step above a clown car, and I stopped by The Big Top. The carnies were there, smoking cigarettes and…
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I'm hearing a noise. I can't see it. It's hiding and seems to be coming from the other side of the creek. With boots on I slowly wade across. The water makes its light lapping sounds. Reaching the bank, I search for the noise. It must have a face, suntanned and warm, that I…
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feeling empty as the
bottom of a bottle
dry as a bone
in death valley alone
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I watch from the cabin window the death of the sun, hear the howl of the new-born storm.
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My name's Barbara and don't call me Barbie if you want to be my friend.
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Me: In my orange hazmat, the one that makes my eyes look intensely blue.Him: His flexi-human-hamster ball. Fun, but a bit informal for a first date, I think.We're outside because doorways are not easy for him. After some impromptu rounds of bumper balls on the square, he…
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Things don’t happen here, life is so boring in this little Irish town.
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One by one our friends are kicking the bucket. Let's get together. It's now or never, we figure.
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Have you ever spent twilight in a old pasture?
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Love free of independence is a savage, hungry beast
Phantoms grasping, sweating, gasping 'till her mind could not be freed
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I always step around his mess...
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At the graveyard, the leaves had been raked into loose array....
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Purple not rain! I guess Prince left. It is said that Prince owned the aquifer under Jordan, Minnesota, and that he sold it but to whom? And moved to Canada—
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You know, my mother was afraid that I can no longer resist. She was absolutely right: My four sisters have all passed away before the summer shows its fruit. It was hard "said my mother”, not to see my flowers bloom. I, the calf of my mother,I came…
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"I’d rather move a word around a page
than raise a glass or pass a plate
or work a room immune to poetry."
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he considers the swirl of galaxies/
with their black hole hearts,
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Yellow Pages season is on us now, and Jimmy's drivin' a contract route. He'll head out to the San Joaquin where they print, and load ‘em in the back of his Tundra with the high side walls until the whole damned rig sags low,
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Paris is a great place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there.
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