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Part I I look down at the milk soaked, fabricated, Bits of synthetic nutrition and The feeling comes over me. I race down the highway in my gas guzzling, Smog belching, status symbol and still The feeling overtakes me. I look at my precious offspring, I see…
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You're the kind of manmamma warned me about —always with the sexy smirkand your hand metaphoricallyin the honey pot when it'snot handing some chickher fourth dirty martini or,no, I take that back — especiallywhen you're handing her thatfourth drink because you…
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I'd kill a gas attendant in Playa Del Mar.
You'd read stained romance novels in motel rooms, while I oiled the gun and laughed on the phone, to no one.
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Larry works the concession stand / near the pier.
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My mother and I are close We talk like friends I tell her about people I'm dating She gets excited for me And she asks how it's going When I tell her I think I'm gay She says nothing She does not ask about the woman I am seeing She does not ask how I am doing …
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My therapist told me I have post traumatic stress disorder My uncle had that He fought in the war I guess I fought in my own kind Not between countries Between children and father Between husband and wife Between addiction and sobriety When my father got…
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The stain upon / many others cannot be discerned.
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The bon-voyagers and the locked-in garagers...
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i was driving in my car today restlessly and imagined that i swam across the ocean to see you i would deem both of these actions as ways to assure my death in a grisly yet romanticized manner i want to…
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We know the big one is out there
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From Berlin to Arcturus. I squeeze Sevigny’s wrist, wish Izzy could be here, but she’s melting salt in Utah. We were on our way to Los Angeles. I’ve booked the horror room.
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papaya over-ripe displayed on the half
with spoons sticking out -
” very ripe, tastes good “
blue crabs cooked with lavender
i was sniffing a spoonful when the chef came out
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Wanting both, you softly moaned,
Ice chips, ice chips.
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"baby, I'd like
to put your face on a hot air balloon
and release you up into the sky."
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