Stories tagged poem

The Generic Poem

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I’m just your ordinary poem,

Years of Co-Dependency

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The next thing I knew, the waiter was pouring wine into all our glasses. “How did you know we needed more wine?” I asked. His face grew red as he smiled, “Many years of co-dependency, honey.”

Because Your Choices Were Poor

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Foolish boy, you chose your parents poorly-

West of Romance

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I want a perfect American life in shambles.

We Are Bad Poets

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Fuck love :)

Users and Abusers

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I don’t think she enjoyed the actual sex act, but the use of it, ah, yes! The power, to confuse, to usurp, to enfold the wings of the bewildered. Yes! Yes! She must have really enjoyed that.

The After-Sex Song

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You could hear her coming from a long way off as she kept trying to catch her breath, like she was getting the fun rattled out of her bones. But it was laughter, laughter that kept on filling up her belly from the inside, and she was having tr

Dopey Grumpy Sleepy Sneezy Happy Bashful Doc

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The 8th dwarf was named Sleazy, but he got cut from the roster after making a tasteless joke, about dwarves, no less. But he could sure play piano with those giant lobster hands of his. He could hang on the edge of his seat with t

a few of my favorite beacons of hope and tenderness

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life is a lucky thing, bountiful among the drugs and flowers

and I used to sing too, after sex

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Do you remember me telling you once, “My tits exist for the sole purpose of being sucked by you?” I bet you don't. But I remember what they said about me. “If she snores all night, that's one thing. If she fucks the lights out of the sky, that's another.”

All About the Guns

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Been looking for guns. His guns have turned up missing. He’s been looking for the guns. Looking for guns. The au-pair must’ve snuck back in And took the guns. And the baby. The baby must be crawling off with Guns again.

After the Night

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Rodrigue blues and Hunter reds will pleasure our eyes...

My Inner Haiku

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Have you ever wondered how to reach your inner haiku?

The Girl with the Pearl-Handled Revolver

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She was told she needed to get her karma under control. Take the local train to Prosperity, Connecticut. Get off and buy a rum and cola, a taco for the relief of tedium from the artist formerly known

Another Maserati Model

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Pointing to the car, as if we didn’t already see it.