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I dream about the boy in The Neverending Story, the gate of mirrors, and the Nothing, a dark cloud that floats in the sky, takes away everything.
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something inside me/ rises out
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So why, said he, is she slacking...
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so one time the Holy Ghost come down to Stumptown
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As she slunk to her topless Mercedes
sparkling curbside, wax job hand rubbed
in Hamburg, testosterone heads turned
wishing similar treatment.
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eleven seconds of infamy / brought to you by Glenfidditch /who the hell filmed this?
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I’m not / going to change you I /promise
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I live in the Grilled Pork Tenderloin
with Cabernet Mustard Sauce,
and she is a hard mistress if there ever was one.
So, go easy on me.
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Arriving at the pier I see a sailboat in dead wind.
"That is pathos," Magritte says,
pointing to a barnacle.
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Mirror, mirror, on whose wall?
Now we can’t even play foosball
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only there must be no distractionand clear sight you'll have neither and still write
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waters hunger earth thirsts airs care not what fire desires this silence of the stars isa stillborn stalemate of loving hate there is nothing to…
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To write a good poem, one needs nothing but the whole intent of goodness.
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