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Compose yourself children...
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Fly Haiku 1.As I cast my linethe lake trout move toward itthe wind at my back 2.The wind at my backmy body remains at peaceas I cast my line 3.My body remainsas my mind sets to wanderamongst the lake trout 4.My mind sets to floatthe lake trout move toward itas I cast my…
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I lived for a time on Red Square in Berkeley. You may have heard of it. It was run by Von Rotten (that’s just plain Von), who was considered the Vladimir Lenin of the Foul Language Movement of Poetry (FLMP, pronounced “Flimp,” sometimes “Flump,”
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It’s that laugh of hers that gets me...
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It’s like playing chess in a room without lights.
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A large crowd of students began to gather around the base of the building that housed the administrative offices, where my hearing was being held. The meeting room was up on the second floor.
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That put a real crimp in our already crimped sex life. Actually I didn’t mind as much as Allison minded. It made her real grumpy when she didn’t get laid. I could never understand how she could bear so much pain, because she was so small that it was l
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That night we slept on the floor of Kirk and Maggie’s apartment and listened to them arguing all night about art and life and love. Ah, me, I sighed, the sad soul of America! I thought of Walt Whitman. I thought of Allen Ginsberg.
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They should have shot me when I turned 80, a bullet right between my sunken eyes.
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I watched haunted as my pearl tooth circled the rotten porcelain sink. I could feel my hair thinning and my pale skin suddenly felt too loose.
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This is how to live a life.
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not enough of us / destroy / what we create
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I stare, out a dirty window, / into the sanitary blackness.
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and we got the apartment, which was on a street that backed up on an alley situated, as it turned out, right across the alley from the very first Hari Krishna house, where they would wake up at four every morning and begin their maddening chanting: Hari K
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