995 0 0
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In se'enties style serenading strut
A passin all the pretty birds in kin',
The feathered Stetson ‘clipsin crimson suit,
A whistlin Dixie blues ‘cross county-lines.
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1200
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I am often late with my payment, mail a crumpled bill now and then in the envelope I tend to discover somewhere on the floor. Forget to write my address. Confusion results. Weeks go by. Papers fail to appear. Papers pile up outside…
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3241
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In a corner of the ice-cream parlor she sits in self-conscious consumption
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18531
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161961
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Watering his pansies in their pots with his ridiculous
watering can. Sticking his finger in the soil to
test the dampness. Obviously nothing on beneath
the silk robe. It’s almost fallen loose a dozen times
Balding. Maybe in his late forties. S
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14000
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A man alone in his paid-for living room, with his hands folded behind his head
A man running from a bar, a bald man seen from behind
Someone who made a wide circle to avoid your laughter
A man undressing at the side of the road saying: “How you
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1190134
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Its children still orbit for lack of direction because Schnitzel don't pose questions and the fugitive philosophers haven't returned to ask more
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20200
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The line of the unemployed
wrapped back on itself
like an accordion pleat
and extended all the way across
a great hall
You could see the faces
of them, bluish and drawn
under the dim florescent
lighting
First in line were laid-off
be
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125800
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The palm trees bent upon her passing stride
From fishnet stockings running up her hide;
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204741
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As I sat down finally, finally to write,
some brooding heretical hour of the night, with my ballpoint in hand, poised to blot page, Time gathered momentum, although I did not age...
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160400
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I lay on grass warmed by the sun Somehow the breeze finds Its way between my toes I gaze at your beauty Standing alone in between Blades of green grass Is Shasta My Daisy I watch you dance As the wind teases and blows I watch you stand tall …
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9300
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I know you,
ladies and gentlemen
We see the near future
through you
Your factual face
as you sit indoors
Youthless
In your ordinary chair
"Mice run through their vision
Mice run through the plot
Oh la, la,
and memory
is
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1151122
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Somewhere in the night of my mind...
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6400
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It's important to sound
human, I know
To get fragile
near your
mother
I myself
get glimpses
now and then
Once,
eating chicken, staring
at the inside
of a muscle
Once
during a bad thunderstorm
while running down th
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10962
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Passing from the light I glimpse my daughter in the midnight kitchen glow dipping ice-cream for herself alone—the bending hand smooth above surface perfection holds room but no need for a dark father's thoughts on one so sharp she must cut the world…
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