for toxic willow pageants   
cascade merchants align
 
     cranking out
     their crude ultimatum

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             Give him a fake phone number.
Or better yet, a fictitious jealous boyfriend.
  Toss out the phone number, but keep the cash.
Always get 20%
                           or more.

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Your dream will be short,
like the smile of a pretty girl
which gives a little more hope
​if you can go further.

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you’d lived life beyond most norms 
of social convention, 
meeting the challenge of restrictive forms 
​though hinting at mortal rendition, 

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Karim Wasfi,
the renowned conductor
of the Iraqi National Symphony Orchestra,
takes his cello to the sites
of some of the Baghdad’s
most violent acts
and plays.

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A female delinquent spoke. She described how her male beast was a cock artist. “It lives inside my brain. A Twisted thing, it tells me its secrets – dirty and unclad it hides behind objects and silences. It satiates victims for amusement.”

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preceptors of sheltered cause
and promised libations
 
plexities aroused
​of a yearning to bother.

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in a state of des(re)pair  our crawling forward blindly to nowhere  
at a tipping point too often chalk outlined   Vitruvian-
splayed post-
mortem on an urban city street   made to feel the press of hot asphalt

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up and down the street,
some pay with a bruise on the face,
a blackening of the eye,
a few just hide
from the fake storm

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angry, fierce
with pockets full of bullets
and cyanide capsules.
There were just not enough
of either.

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Myself and the rose. My body a light-bender; you reach me through photosynthesis. Rootedness, tongue in my mouth, a reminder:

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as the rush of water
comes and seethes
white shush upon
​the quiet rage of need.

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"another transaction" rolled
under other
a hand severed "that’s a"
garage (the)
door opened then closed

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Our silence bangs against the heater.
He draws the blinds partly closed,
says he longs to bring Jerusalem here,
heart of his, held captive when
they banished him, forbade return.

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grossly negligent armies
                        swept through the brain/cellophane
            like shallow individualism
            of fashion

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but a good foamy piss ascends lung bursting mucus, but a small roll of snot ascends earwax, and so mucus is caught between not forefinger and thumb but piss and earwax and the more you produce the better for all manifest life.

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Make a fresco of our blood,
an ocean of our tears,
make mountains of our bones,
and bogs of our bowels,
but who will know death in art,

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We are flooded
to our necks. Like fishing bobbers
we are floating on our backs down what,
before the storm, was Maple Street.

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This tense dream
the passengers on the rubber raft,
a few still afloat,
if they are lucky,
hold to tight, even while sinking
a hundred meters from shore.

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together we'll hit historic route 66
to las vegas
like hunter thompson &
oscar acosta 
we'll look for the american dream 
in a taco

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The time is noon
The world in flames
We talk
You listen
But tears cannot bring us together

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In my childhood there were fathers to fear and nuclear war. Radiation. This was before children were given Sadako and the Thousand Paper Cranes, so no wonder we felt hopeless in spite of the cans my grandparents kept in the basement.

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I can muse on inequity and stereotypes
safe in the comfort of my paycheck
and business attire.
I can waltz by the cops in and around
the train station, wary but unafraid for my life.

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They drove you to the stores
but didn’t let you park
 
They fattened you up on Coca-Cola
but didn’t let you in the bathroom

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The billboards advertise
Aborted fetuses, vasectomies,
Christian fellowship
And the communist UN.

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The cataclysm is about to begin;
there is nothing but the dragon
under dead Gaia’s skin.
It drills its gleaming eyetooth upwards
into bedrock,
splintering granite,
​as a hot pick would splinter brittle ice.

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we drove for three hours only to
find the building burned to the
ground when we got there
 
do you see the punchline?

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we all bleed powerful nutrition
meat protein and oils
wipe clean the locker tarnish
even bleach can't linoleum unstain
I can't stop thinking about it
as I watch Dancing with the Stars

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And if you can’t do, think you can’t do
anything, think again. Hold a piece of me
in your hand. Hold it in your hand
and place your hand over your heart.
See what you see. Do not close your eyes.
Recall the way I smell after rain.

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UPS brown truck parked one wheel up on the sidewalk blinking its back
yellow lights where a movie theater used to be on the south side of 
Market Street near Sixth Street

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We like to swallow yesterday.
Time is a transitive verb.
Or a railroad. Speed bullet?
We might be rain in another country.
If we can do it.

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If I am a victim of murder I might never notice.
It happens every day and to others
More or less deserving.
Why should we write this down if it happens
Every day in this life to anybody?

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                             The gnomes are bored
                  with being enigmatic. Have
                                   dumped the seasonally
                       changing menu &
                            its old world sensibilities—

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Listen closely and you will hear the moans of the damned. Listen closely and you will hear animals singing the songs of the angels. Listen closely and you will hear the horizon approaching.

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Whales, smaller now, approach the shore
to urge a creature
like the proto-bear that became the proto-whale
to adopt the life aquatic.

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I thought that I was running but actually I was leaning, creeping at most, without direction, following instinct, reacting to what threatened me, to the strange and sudden difference which had come without forewarning 

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Rising rates, hot spots, piles of bodies and I suddenly feel like I am in that story I read as a girl - the end of the world and the woman writing her last words about how they all loved until the final minute. OK then. I will keep writing no matter what.

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slier floe  ,,
ra(w)mous bramble  ,,
unblenched neap ,,
balloonish idiom  ,,
aerial chuzzle  ,,

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