349 23 25
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Never never never feed the publicans
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97898
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decline the proffered hand
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1265108
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A man comes out of the waves
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16261312
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But by day the birds / of prey were in control.
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7052
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How we all apologize
for what we know and what we don’t,
taking refuge, often self-professed,
in illiteracy, incompetence or stress,
in place of work.
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7120
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An unveiled face once more courts suicide.
And girls, forbidden books, withdraw to dust.
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1100
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Each hum and beep, blank buzz, and sigh
disturbs the weary eye of sleep.
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18210
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So many writers / are cowards. So many statesmen are poltroons.
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8130
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Spike Lee, caped like Zorro, struts over the threshold,
his left arm draped around Lina Wertmuller.
Lina feeds a dog-eared copy of Swept Away
By An Unusual Destiny in the Blue Sea of August
into his mouth
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6072
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i dig up the sands of my soulbecause I am adoptedi climb into a dusty atticmy hands twist into fernsI flip through photo albumsa silent war speaks to mefrozen bodiesa baby glued to his mother's breastpomegranate juice stains the sand violetmy legs turn…
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165321
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round & round
this empty block
again & again i go
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923119
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and we spun you, / spun you!
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340
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86800
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O' madam, betwixt the pages A story professed to love A wonder of descriptive prose Delights read enraptured “My favorite book”, so you said O' madam, your heroine is flawed Wounding herself beyond measure And those she swears she…
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239144
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Bob Marley stands too close to you,
a red-eared slider perches like a yarmulke on his head.
He speaks through lips dangling a massive spliff,
“Do not lose your head, mon, you are not really here.”
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