Close up, / we see his resignation,
the world-weary way / he peels
himself out of his indentation
like a man long acquainted / with disaster...
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She dropped the knife, which (in a poem) might drop silently out of the picture, having done its time in the one line that needs a honed edge. Here we can let it drop to the tiled floor, let it clatter like a spun quarter hula-dancing ever faster while she drops to her knees, stunned by a vision of Mary Magdalene rippling in the bath water...
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razor fetish Barbie is the trash faerie
blackened with wire corona and tin can wings...
She could not believe that something so fundamental as a phone could really and truly be dead. “You wore it out,” my father told her. “You talked on it so much that it died of exaustean. Of eaus er exaustism. Was gassed with exhaust.”
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When the world calms : magnetic pulse across the nose : the asses of lightening bugs take sickly green and make it radiant...
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You should have checked with me.
It’s your turn to do the dishes.
You do it like it’s a big chore.
Tell me if you’re going.
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Martha arrives with Sharon, her Chief of Operations and dear dear friend. A single round of sake and Martha whispers in her husky oh so Connecticut voice that she’s in love with a married man who lives in London. You can relate, being married to a man you don’t love and having visited London.
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The person you are paired with concurs, even though now that you look around you can’t find them—apparently, you are no longer paired. You will recall them fondly, and associate them with the complicated mechanism of touch...
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Tears. This, us, the audience too, would be sold at auction for millions within the year if the sausage kept flying and kept plowing on towards the end, the full five minutes without falling. As advertised. Soon. If we continued on to the summit. Damien Hirst: eat your gold-plated skull out.
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She stroked the cards with her fingers; she tapped them like her ritual timpani drums. The light from the window barely penetrated the interior. I couldn’t see the cards. But she laid them out. And she played me.
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I’m waking up alone in the bathroom stall of the nightclub, and all I can see underneath the stall door and the floor are my rapist’s bare feet. He doesn’t move, just waits for me to come out.
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At school I was taught by nuns who smelled like nuns that Saint Bernadette’s incorruptible corpse emitted the scent of roses.
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Ya I set the damn fire, I all ready told you that, so exactly why you dumbass detectives need me to write all this crap down I dont no, but sence you asked for it your gonna get it...
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A more elegant, refined, beautiful and simply melodious voice could not have come from an uglier face.
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It occurred to me at this point this could be the way all prayers sounded to God, mindless, ineffectual buzzing. Jehovah stayed on course regardless. He pointed. He pointed at Adam. At Noah. At Abraham. At Solomon. None of the above. The fly...
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The gurgling in the kitchen preceded the burnt aroma and the supple flowering of consciousness.
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Brush your teeth with a salt-warped toothbrush dipped in lukewarm water that has been sitting in copper pipes a long while. Follow those pipes, see how they make a glittering maze all their own.
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To the untrained eye, each building is a tombstone. They read epigraphs in the windows, they see block letters, lit up at night, in the deep eyes of the Angels, Angel teeth, Angel smiles, Angel navels, Angel birth canals, Angel anuses. They take everything, everywhere, for pleasure, and for breeding, people of the city, half-gods.
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