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for this earth is not
a destiny of silence
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the ugliness will not be denied
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in a world of men too drunk
with competitive contempt
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It occurred last night. Today, in plaster and bandages, Mrs James lies still. Only her eyes and mouth move. She mumbles, whispers, about premonition. If she believed regrets were of any help to her now, she would deplore having set foot outside her door. She would deplore…
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We are the same shits/
we were in the Bronze Age
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“still watersrun deep” is not my portionborn to make waves Formed from the ocean
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It's weird to be here. I wonder if you are here too. You'd probably say oh that was years ago. And you would be right. But I like the things we believed in then. Some of them I still do. You're one I guess. You were so pretty and golden in your…
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Sometimes late at night my dead sister visits and it is always the same, where the forest runs down to the sea
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You stretch my heart / in sacred ways
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My blood has turned to flour I've been in Babylon too long My heart was singed by fire But it's drowning in my song We raised a prayer to Mary We had to take our share We took our places in the ferry But we didn't pay the fare And we don't know…
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Wild are the woods tucked in the backyards, tame the front lawns of green, manicured, with a hedge and a few flowers, a well-maintained driveway, and a garage door.
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(the vast preponderance of dark matter and dark energy discernible in these latter days begins to suggest just how dark the humor of existence is) . . .
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I am the boy with the olive skin who takes pictures of lewd sex acts performed by nobodies on stage at the Rock Creek Lodge Testicle Festival in Missoula, Montana.
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These moments call for a philosophy of life.
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At this point, the ashtray is piled to the brim with fags smoked clean down to the filter, some even one drag beyond, into rancid, chemical after burn, a taste erased only by sparking a freshie. So, freshies are sparked, one after another. Things are not going well.…
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when I take the time/now to remember/
you have become/a thousand page/memory book
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The car was a two-tone black and white Chevy...
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Someone in a slippery raincoat walks by with rubber boots friction and suction sounds. It's raining: a heavy, vigorous, insistent rain. The willows across the road are kneeling in ocher mud. On the tall eucalyptus, the kookaburra preens and realigns its feathers. Mia gauges…
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the wicked and the hush'd
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The boy heard loud barks and squeals, climbed on a chair, and looked out the window at the barnyard and the faded blood red barn.
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but most times/
it’s just improvisation//
with phrases of unknown origin/
swirling in my head
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you sometimes still hear/rational lunatics sing/moving hymns to "truth".
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He returned to America on the Fourth of July. Twisting in his cramped window seat miles above the Atlantic, he buckled up before the descent. “You can handle this,” he muttered. Hungover, still reeling from the dreamy head-turning experience of…
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He sure can play piano
With those giant lobster hands
In his ratty raccoon coat
And his old black cowboy hat
They really do express
What’s been hidden deep
Inside his heart and limbs
That makes every woman weep
His boots of Spanish lea
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