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The night I screamed you out of my life for good, I fed your confettied photo to swirling toilet, a ticker tape parade and dead fish burial rolled into one. Later I found the box, a jiffy…
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October Unruly flocks of geese trumpet and bleat, wings beat, hidden in a shroud of mist over still water Newly fallen leaves lay sodden and silent on the stony path, their season spent Cornstalks lean in rusty fields, crepe paper strands fluttering like feathers on…
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Before I grew used to it
I would wake to the sound
of the Amtrak whistle
echoing down along the tracks
behind our trailer park
and wonder who was hurtling where
through the dark night and across
this wide Illinois prairie
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[...] a population so conspicuous in their compromise they fail to see the nakedness of their condition.
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I AM A FIRE SWAN!
THIS IS MY QUILT!
YOU ARE MY QUEEN!
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Of course sausages don't say a lot. I cannot cook. Evasive some have even called them enigmatic. I think by which they mean that were you on a nature trail they would be difficult to see or find. Brought up well the best mostly smile. The elite of these smiles is given by…
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The Strummer on my page
thrashes his guitar
in the back seat of
a cherry red Cadillac
convertible
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It starts on the Fallopian Speedway:
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Ego bereft of consistency Betrays a heart hungering to toll. Unable to trust its will Or harbor imaginary gods, It gains a hold melding into a role whose proven viability Can give convincing cover To buy time to fabricate An identity that feels unique, Yet…
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How did Hannibal get elephants through that?
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Good morning, blind date; like Milton's daughters, I will read to you.
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Dear Ray Bradbury, yesterday
was my thirteenth birthday, and I could not stop thinking of the
Mennonite girl in the milkwhite bonnet,
the squint of her eye, the twitch of her anxious finger on the trigger,
sudden holes bloomi
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