2200
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The stupid line cook at Arby's
who spits in your sandwich.
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5121
|
Coyote has got that joystick between his legs
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14275
|
Chip off the blip
of an EKG from thirteen
peaks back
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8633
|
Sweet Ritchie Flyweight pummeled the speed bag. Sweat drips
right chops and backhand slaps
|
10343
|
Yet they keep ... arriving, veritable busloads
of clusters, nebulae burning to be alone
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7832
|
Did you ever figure it, but too late?
|
3500
|
Then he opened up a can of cold Del Monte string beans.
|
90113
|
translucent skin tinged a bit
baby blue from cigarettes
in the break room,
repressed
|
6022
|
for those sucking
shots of Courvoisier
drowned by war whoops
under the bridge,
|
5531
|
Mr. Roberto pirouettes
his skinny limbs flapping all
pantomime where he saws on,
he saws on... will Bob now rake
a double stop?
|
4922
|
like taking
Christ into the soul, pray to denizens of Dripping Springs
|
5121
|
didn't have to choke it,
or even stroke much
|
90321
|
A galaxy not so far away. Not so long ago.
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