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 ON THE ROAD PERSONIFIED YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CAN'T HIDE WHEREVER YOU GO THERE YOU ARE YOU JUST CAN'T GET VERY FAR LOST IN TIME AND LOST IN SP... [read more] |
 Unfinished Manor, Udder Confusion The manor rises, half‑brick, half‑breath, scaffolds leaning like drunk giraffes in a ballroom of i... [read more] |
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THE BEAT IS COMPLETE WHEN THE RHYME IS IN TIME IT CAN NOT COMPETE IT WOULD BE SUCH A CRIME [read more] |
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Consolation in the Kitchen The knife rests, its silver edge carrying a small sun across the crust. You wanted the impo... [read more] |
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I begin with ~~certainty~~ no—only the tremor of a line, a draft that refuses to settle. T... [read more] |
 The hardest thing I ever had to do is turn my heart off from loving you My nights are lonely and dark Its not the same anymore Im try... [read more] |
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Wrapped in Asphalt and Irony Not with a halo, but with a steering column— the philosopher of the absurd meets his curtain call in a... [read more] |
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"No Exit, No Arrival" A Beckettian fragment in two voices Characters: Camus (on the platform, holding a ticket) Sartre (inside a... [read more] |
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Parable of Two Wrecks Dean’s collision left a boy in a Ford, haunted by silence, living decades with the weight of a single instant,... [read more] |
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Crowned by Wreckage He faced the void like a cartoon hero, not with the easy cry of “Believe in yourself!” but the harsher c... [read more] |
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weapons of mass distraction Screens glow like altars.We kneel, thumbs twitchingprayers to gods of noise. The loudest si... [read more] |
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"Fragment from the Hill" I know the stone will fall. I know the slope will not forgive. Each ascent is already erased, yet it is min... [read more] |
 This much we all know and can agree upon Heaven help us againest a mad man who believes otherwise Eternal this truth has been and always wil... [read more] |
 Everybody loved his performances but he can't perform anymore. Ace Frehley has died after having a fall at the age of seventy-four. He was a... [read more] |
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Full moon high, Toyo--- almost naked---invites you between his buttocks. As you thrust, his feet---still sheathed in sheer socks, moonlit---... [read more] |