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The diner on the corner is one of those Disneyfied modern cut-outs trying to mimic the actual thing but failing utterly. The street, a vein of hipness running through an Ivy League campus that is still trying to cling to a time when it all meant something
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No king of Ithaca, but of each/
whining, banging, dust–clouded island/
of focused, physical work
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What's that snitch doin' here?
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At five o’clock Jake joins the crowd at the back door, walks through the slush to the parking lot with Betty Boop.
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not every punishment proceeds / without a hitch
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That’s a long time/
to live with the certainty/
of your death
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The wind is wet today I can't tell you where sky meets sea only that it matters I can't explain why. I've triedCan't see the horizonbut I know that we have drawn itfingers tracing far pastthe edge of blind infinitywhere we sang stars to sleepand pinned our…
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The abundances of age/
are of commodities/
no known demographic values:
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He looks outside, sees everything disappearing like crumbing cookies into what appears to be a giant mouth.
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A.The poem of rational progression is dulling.Make the leap. Go beyond juxtaposition to collision.We like poetry that does double duty, triple duty, quadruple duty. We like poetry that mixes the grit, poetry that has the texture of complexity.Reason asserts an…
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Gestures we would like to make in the solitude of a café terrace ... Early in the morning ... She's sitting there, seems shivering. Grey dress, red scarf. Her eyes move. I try to meet them - small, vague black clouds which pass, without resting, by mine. She drinks her…
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fog settles over the mountain laying a ghostly blue shroud
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The human/
is less dependable than these pinpricks//
and the lunar cycle.
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bullet points about her soul
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In his head he thinks oh whatever when I wake this time I shall have a very fine discussion with Someone special, oh but finding meaning in anything nowadays that's Just too much rich flattery, isn't it, filthy mirror? Inside His head's…
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Bogart frowned, said, "How do you do that?"
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Occasionally, I look down and spit.
Not caring that it originates from
the deepest hole in my lungs,
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My favorite was a red bowler, a man's hat, which I never dared wear outside my tiny bedroom. My three brothers wanted it too much to take that kind of a risk. They'd poke me with various sharp objects: the serrated edge of the bread knife, the rusted TV
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After you lost sight in your left eye, mom made me go on the road with you that last summer to help you see.
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All the years since, until this morning, I'd thought the actor was James Gregory.
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She didn’t look a thing like his girlfriend. This alone should have been a sign that she was just a fling, a diversion from what he had known for the past five years. She began to think of his girlfriend as guess who. Guess who was at the opening, peopl
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In the gutter, the paper signs turned back to pulp.
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How many exceptional people/
does it take to change a light bulb?
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next time i come around i want to be a redwood.
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As ghosts, they became lovers. Rodion would strum the Underwood keys like a balalaika. Lizaveta would sing.
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Spying is a different concern. Privacy also. I feel there is a loss of privacy just in believing or realizing it is possible; our forebears did not experience loss of privacy digitally, perhaps in another way.
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That year, if you asked Al, was truly the best of times, the worst of times.
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We've talked often about that night, where six hours of our life disappeared, about our shared experience, and the big question of why.
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