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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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homelessness, you called the lie,
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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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...collapse of the human world. Go, cell phones!
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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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I take her to the zoo, and the tigers get out. The little tigers, I mean. Cubs. Two of them.
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He trembled as she splayed open his palm...
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we all want to go down / because nothing north can be good.
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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 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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the only safe place for him was anywhere he and Barkley could huddle,
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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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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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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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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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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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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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She can tell you seven things she doesn’t love about her face.
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Scraping the baked on Bar B Q sauce from the grabbing ends of the stainless steel tongs has my total attention.
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Where the Story LiesEverybody wants to knowwhere the story lies. Does itlie in childhood? Does it liein old age? Does it lie in anangry outburst or a stingingrebuke? Does it lie in a momentof compassion or in the recognitionof calloused selfishness? Bruisedlove or…
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When did the air become warning?That clairvoyant delft and Delphic sky.What strange and ardent premonitionheld sway? Where were we goingbefore this hard work of constant falling?We were catching cabs and making breakfast,ironing, cursing late trains; hoping the deal…
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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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"Life's Little Instruction Book." There are some words of wisdom here that I plan to ignore.
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Snoopy flies in today. His goggles scratched, one ear torn and bleeding, but his eyes aglow.
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Cousin Rudy pulled up a cod /
out of season /
we were rigged for haddock, /
it was dressed for the weather
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