218 15 13
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We are floating on the Chain of Lakes / eating Rice Crispies out of a bucket.
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560
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a slow and beautiful silence
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113452
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I’m up to my ass in social media.
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450
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9110
|
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93711
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I blame you for my short temper when I go off the handle when my blood runs cold and I can't think straight I can only react. When I say things I don't mean Even if I do. But I am glad for the fire you started inside of me. That time I…
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102231
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Happens at a party, this way, past frat boys
perched in branches like idiot hoot owls,
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34511
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we must be quiet at the library. the librarian has told us to shh like a million times now.
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36531
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jesus wants us to save the whales but i dont
really care about the whales anymore. they are all alone.
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8000
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The wind’s been howling for a long time
and needs your poem to fill its emptiness
longing and inner silences with mauve oats,
hope and the purity of pleasure
you originally brought to the world
of unnatural hurt
The wind’s been howling
a
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10331
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writing with a pen is a heroic act in this age of public journals & keyboards mobiles made the world into a crowded phonebooth the stage still…
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980
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the truth, a wasp’s nest surely
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2820
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Pulling out of the garage
into a thick blanket of San Francisco morning fog
we passed eucalyptus trees in the park
shifting like tall ghosts behind the curtain of heavy mist
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900
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Centre for Cultural Sled-Dogs. Oui?
No?
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9085
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Like a dead leaf / lifted from the scorched summer earth / now wet and almost green
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