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behind the hua pala you parted her skinny legs like reeds everything the good friction of pebbles over sand a quivering bow on the synthetic strings of a stratus violin
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writing because it's the only drug i havesick on sadnessas the weight of the moment crumbling around me comes down some sweet second inspires…
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At night they floated through my dreams / like paper dolls, whole flocks of them, / in synchronous motion, hatless / even in winter, lest they muss their hair.
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You read my poems, Not because you like them, But just to find yourself, Mentioned in them.
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We are the sum total
of our bad credit
our sexual partners
and our drink tabs
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Dogs will hump anything. Cats do not hump.
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Our first maps are just abstract things: we center what we know while nether regions fall off edges, or countries of imagination, blown out of all proportion, squat invitingly unlimned, cramped in blank corners populated with cities of monsters or mothers. …
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So off to the Nacimiento woods after Arizona's homemade pizza flat
That's more intoxicating than a brew
And lisnin' to Strangefellow's ten fingers magically fly on his Strat
With his Psyche-delicate view
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Cut 4 cm-thick strips from suburban bouncer's deltoidsPlace 2 vegetarian piranhas in the oven......Preheat with a cup of wonderful love affairsCombine interactive art in crowd control operationsAnd persistent genital arousal disorder in a saucepanWhisk together survival…
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I was going through Lenin's jewelry and his paintings with a team of experts. I got the idea that I was hired to verify his paintings, although I didn't know he painted.
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If the train moves slow and your head is full of bloodyou can look downward andsee where you came from. If your eyes have swollen and seem ready to pop forth from your skull, you can alwaysstop seeing and feel…
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"You know I don't listen/and you know that I don't care/but every day you'll find me there."--Todd Rundgren 1.The Moon at Sunset My anger's tipped likea candle dripping down my neck. My lovelies with a smile thatis nothing but lips.My anger is agreat…
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. . . lightening for their jars
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Abundant cream has coated my world.
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