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The stars align against us. Lines of force/
collaborate to push us off the edge/
into the dark abyss we’ve joked about.
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Apparently I was not far enough
Above the hubbub, so
Turn on the Smithsonian vent fan
And blow The Donald out
There will be no Donald library
Because He doesn’t read
What do we do once the
Silence of the rocks ends
And that awful, endles
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I've measured out our time togethersealed it in airtight bottlesthe one labeled 1998 kept closelike smelling saltsOne whiff a camphor waking memaking me high on the idea of usputting blinders on your infidelitiesdouble vodkas and damaging wordsAnd when that isn't enoughI…
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the injured color wheel of the world
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Polite society will cheer/
as another body is discovered//
and disposed of. The cheers/
will drown out the gasps
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Feelin’, feelin’ good, down-fallin’ down/rain, rain, rain came today,/wet alfresco alchemy
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And there on the street
Were a bunch of frantic pigeons
Picking over some discarded
Chicken bones
I mean they were really
Going to town on them
You know, frantic
Like there was no tomorrow
And then I saw it
A real sign of progress
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Got laid off from the band called
Hillary’s Pantsuits
There was just no work
Nowhere to go
Nothing more we could do
Is this the true Reneggnog?
Where they pull your eggnog
Away too soon
As in Renege
You know,
Reneggnog ?
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watch/
the second hand sweep
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Men, Real men
Don't seem to like poetry
All that much
And don't want to get caught
Reading it, in public at least
Real men want to drink
And cuss and spit
In public
And birdsquirt too
Whatever that is
They wanna go around
Grabb
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I’m taking the Last Train to Nova Scotia
When suddenly we bump up against
This 3 foot wall that Canada is building
To keep us out
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In all the years we lived here we never had any issues from the power towers behind our house, other than them being slightly unsightly. I didn't even notice them when we would socialize out back, especially when drinking. When it rains you can sometimes
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Eating my teeth off pulling the silk from my lips and swallowing each kerchief wholejust trying to find the priest who has his heart set on a motorcycle
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The smell of garlic, soy, and onions/
exhausted from Skillman Wok/
perfumes December air.
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