144 20 9
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The heart, someone wrote once, couldn’t walk a straight line, couldn’t pass the drunk test if it tried.
|
2930
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No one shot, stabbed, slashed, or murdered in NYC Monday.
|
26297745
|
I squeeze the soft bag tighter between my legs.
|
941159
|
Squeeze the Word into Flesh
|
830
|
Today the isobars are far apart.
|
71510
|
If you were a painter,
and I a poet,
we could have conversations
about Picasso and Bukowski,
and how neither one
took a sober breath.
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4220
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Yes, I‘ve pulled my own heart apart
I shouldn’t start
Well, guess what, my fiction isn’t really fiction
But I guess you know that now, don’t you?
As for me, I don’t mind the tar
As much as the feathers
So you can run me out of town
Anytime
|
1600
|
I had to take one of those nervous
Skinny little IRS poops.
|
107298
|
Regret takes the shape of little clouds ...
|
86200
|
Son, could you please step out of the car?
|
6922
|
It's a poem. Do you really need a short snippet?
|
13511911
|
Today the isobars are far apart.
|
301118
|
i remember rocks hitting teeth
and punching a kid in the mouth
the way he bled on his white shirt
that said, "Dino the Last Dinosaur"
|
899128
|
What does God find abhorrent?
|
4751
|
After math, a quiet feeling comes
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