1277 5 4
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It’s like drawing with Cesium
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63750
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Alone in Eugene, / I sought out / the solace of olives
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131553
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The porous bear the anchorite’s vial
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122066
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I hear
the shriek
of the Laughing Lady
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42974
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I watched the waves rehearse / the saline agony of crashing
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8521
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these are the things we must not speak of
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110871
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138292
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It's the outrage of the red monkey at her feet,
And the nude thirteen-year-old woman sitting upright
In the blue velvet chair, and the hints of blue at her navel,
And at her lips and belly and crotch, that so upset Paris.
Gauguin had his nerve
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118241
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We cannot love the past...
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1324134
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the urgent, naked glow of opportunity
or
the dim fluorescent nuisance of an object out of reach
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107641
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That is the question,
not to be or not to be
Life, death, whether to be,
all that is superfluous
in the face of laughter
and how to achieve it
under extraordinary circumstances
like not drinking anymore
I’m afraid not all the alcoh
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136952
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The young girl has given up, and lies sprawled out
upon the yellow cover on the bed, with her blue sarong
wrapped loosely around her body. One arm lay
back up above her head, where it was thrown
during the exertion of birth. Her yellow halo
surr
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25700
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from “A Rabbit as King Of The Ghosts” Wallace Stevens Grass. Grass thin, bristle grass quilling, rifing in the light's bone yellows, Dry rustle, hot drum-beat of the morning. There the rabbit king comes hunching …
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82600
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and even if you feel like you're all grown up, it's still okay...
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164453
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Hey there little hippie girl, smilin’ to the ears and dripping with scarves,
I cherish our friendship.
However, every time you take off your shoes to dance at a rock show,
hair swingin’ like silk vines in the paradise that is your shaking ass...
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