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Now Carver Smithton has a paunched belly as stout as the beer that fills it. His upper lip is thick, fat and flat like a caterpillar run over by a semi on Highway 17.
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Trying to hide, and yet, what continued to permeate was the shiny.
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Words darken with smut and irony over time.
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The cornbread for dressing cools./
The cranberries boil with one cup each/
of sugar and water. The aromas are nice
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When I got out I didn't buya new suit of clothes, stepinto a bar, or bargainfor an hour with a whore.I walked from McGee Streetover to Russell and wonderedif Bus 16 still went out of its wayto loop around the traffic knotat the shopping mall. It'd drop you thereif you had…
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He trembled as she splayed open his palm...
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oh, sure i’m still running around like a heads-up/off/prophet/profit/fit trying to cut off my very own de/(con)instruction and all other sordid a•void•able & available /a-Babel-Trumpish towers of post & toastmodern doom/daze/haze
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As if reaching for the Divine was the problem
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(I woke once from a bad dream to throw them from the drawer, but my hands were so clammy, the coins stuck to my hand! I had to scrape them off my palm on the edge of the table.)
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...collapse of the human world. Go, cell phones!
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we all want to go down / because nothing north can be good.
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homelessness, you called the lie,
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I take her to the zoo, and the tigers get out. The little tigers, I mean. Cubs. Two of them.
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the Blue Ridge Mountains were entangled in their usual mist, but the early morning sky looked good
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Your precious feet were there once, pressed against the familiar floorboards, where your poems suddenly appeared to you, flashing like lightning. I wonder which window they came in? Here's a thought: you were like that window. You caught…
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Don't sleep. Tiny orange Balloons like seahorses are bobbing This way and that trying To get your hair to lift Off its marvelously mud- Swamped and pillowy support beams, blue sea strand by green. Don't you want to see…
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I'm panicking trying to think of the next line in this poem
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...swallowed like a radiant yolk by an epicurean barracuda.
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the only safe place for him was anywhere he and Barkley could huddle,
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A supermodel, carrying a large Valentine’s box, fell on the ice.
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A young girl wavering between celibacy and punk mother-lust despair came to visit us each night
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She can tell you seven things she doesn’t love about her face.
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Only the occasional kindness of a stranger,//
The curve of his back, a slope rushing past me,//
Is luminous, the coin pressed in my hand . . .////
And yes, I beg.////
I open my palm//
As Jesus did.//
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Can you find happiness in the middle of a kidney stone attack?
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She always wore a little smile. When she took off her robe, the class grew quiet.
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We lived across, the street, across North Govenor, from a pretty art student whose stripper name was Jan the Blonde Bombshell.
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Harpo sits and looks at something I can't see. I drink beer and ask him questions. I ask him how they found the cancer. Backache, he says. He went to see a doctor.
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Snoopy flies in today. His goggles scratched, one ear torn and bleeding, but his eyes aglow.
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When the dark shadows of his limp eyes told us life was slowly seeping away, stolen by his stroke, his wife signed the “DO NOT RESUSCITATE” order and, tearfully leaving the room, she turns, asking a final question, “Think a needy family could use his…
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