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How they all beat the small drum/
of the word within the world
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1110126
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Defy the impulse to grow beyond/
your means and the means of the/
place where you lie at night.
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The blind can be a little bit
Angry now and then
Trying to be independent
They don’t want or need your help
Usually. They’re a little like bees
You have to learn to leave them alone
But I remember one day when I
Guided the fingers of Bli
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There’s someone in the audience who is immolating himself
Cutting his own leg over and over with a pen knife
And groaning: “Oh God, oh God”
And all I can think from up at the podium is
This guy must absolutely hate these poems
I am reading
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It’s strange, what will become of me
What my life will be like
Since the animal in me
Is beginning to show on my back
Oh no, no, no
Women will never put up with this
I was afraid this would happen
They’ll think I’m only half a man
I’
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We had a nice dinner, and I remember a brief kiss
(There was that first taste)
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92865
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They got slices of greasy salami
On top of round mini carrots, celery
Pepperoncini, slices of sweet pickles
They got cinder block walls
A Tiki Bar with glasses hanging
Upside down from the stemware over the bar
They got wood paneling, cottag
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The scared woman, she hides her flaws from the world.
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Give me your lies in a sky roiling clouds, and I'll
fall for the shadows, believing they’ll rise.
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986125
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the bodies of the poor become/
a simple logistical problem,/
disposable as any gnawed bones
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so out to the night, and turning out the stars, so nothing can last, and nothing is taken in
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secrets are beautiful
/
between four lips
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another lonely drone holding still
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105764
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bassackward/in the surreal/bathroom mirror
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Falling//
is something that comes quite naturally/
to puffed up things. Like the soufflé
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