1952 12 9
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We two have this entire lifetime left, so let's waste it . . . .
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On the ground deputies comb the back roads. Border Patrol scouts from the air
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1843620
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The sax is a slow river, all misted over, in the decadent drift of summer nights...
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200
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Goat woman from (not in) an Aquarian age
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950
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meanwhile, the phone doesn’t ring and that’s a good thing
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1598198
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It has scent, your heat, of jonquils and lime, of spices seared in a hot black pan.
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136621
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The barista with the fake rainbow nails and amazing cleft. . . .
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3300
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Two swordsmen met in a desert. One, either, said, “If I kill you, or you kill me, these swords will last after others forget who won. Then, time & sand will whittle even them away utterly. There is no victor.” And one, either, both, or none dropped the sword…
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1461910
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human intrusion or wishful thinking or just sorry luck
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110000
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oh, sure i’m still running around like a heads-up/off/prophet/profit/fit trying to cut off my very own de/(con)instruction and all other sordid a•void•able & available/a-Babel towers of post &toastmodern doom/daze
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114321
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Up top, the sky is like a fist fight-
fat lip purple and bitchslap pinks get wilder as the tabs kick in.
Those hovering lights are aliens!
we assert with insistent like-mindedness
from where we sit directly beneath the airport flight path.
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300
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I'm dying I'm straining and everything is popping.
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5726233
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the world is too fractured
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11877
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When I hear the words “earth tones” I think of every tone on the earth
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11085
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Not a bird, but a collection of blue: cobalt, indigo, ink-dipped navy.
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