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A mutiny of voices, enclosed. The sing-song of verse, the steady drone of prose.
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Spring show its populist face,
Flies in the house, missionaries at the door...
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97753
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Could even drift off to
New Orleans for a slow sip
of a hurricane
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She lies on her stomach by the side of the pool staring into her towel. On her back, I can make out a pastel isthmus, surgery's pink art or charlatan's scab, I can't tell which. She is beautiful as rare roast beef is beautiful.
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It was 2:00 in the afternoon
on Tuesday, July 11, 1959.
I was sitting in the air-conditioned Capitol Theater
watching Gregory Peck in Pork Chop Hill.
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20022
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People always want other people
to break down, fall apart...
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Now, as I gaze into the deep...deep blue, a reflection of the universe unfolds and I am released of all my bonds with the earth.
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Imagine the color when you close your eyes
and stare at the sun.
Then, crush it into a tiny ball, the size of your fist.
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This mother, she buys a one way ticket
whenever she visits her three daughters
who have wandered far from the eyes of
her pearlescent knitting needles and tutti-frutti yarns.
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over tea & saltineshe read melike an obituary
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this bleeding sun, clove studded & seedless
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the world slips under the waves
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the late snow, though not welcomed...
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...deal with nasal drip, manage odor--
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chains across all the old doors
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