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Kings & Criminals Who Are Extinct, Who Disdain This World, & Who Rot, Corrupt & Shallow, as Fields I Disced

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I've Never Been an Old Woman Knitting By a Fire But I've Played One in Images Where It Meant Being Foolish, a Mistress of Distraction's Indirection

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It Is the Lumps and Trials That Tell Us Whether We Shall Be Known and Whether Our Fate Can Be Exemplary, Like a Star

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Although I Mean It, and Project the Meaning As Hard As I Can Into Its Brushed-Metal Surface, It Cannot, in This Deteriorating Climate, Pick Up Where I Leave Off

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My Poem Would Eat Nothing. I Tried Giving It Water But It Said No

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If a Man Among You Got No Sin Upon His Hand Let Him Cast a Stone at Me For Playing in the Band

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We Are Afloat On Our Dreams As On a Barge Made of Ice

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Justine called on Christmas day to say she was thinking of killing herself. I said, “We’re in the middle of opening presents, Justine. Could you possibly call back later, that is, if you’re still alive.”

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You're the Only Serious Person in the Room, Aren't You, the Only One Who *Understands,* and You Can Prove It by the Fact that You've Never Finished a Single Thing in Your Life

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one poem that had been over for centuries spelled wrong

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The Sedate One Is This Month's Skittish One

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“He’s dead,” he said. “No, he’s not. I just saw him move his arm,” I said. He removed his pistol from his holster and fired a shot. “Now he’s dead,” he said, or...

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The Recital of the New Optimism Was Oft Interrupted, Rudeness in the Ramparts, an Injured Raven That Needed Attendance, Pre-Op Nudity

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So Is Your Judgement Shown Presumptuous, False, Quite Vain, Merely Your Own Sadness for Failed Ambition Set Outside, Made a Philosophy of, Prinked, Beautified i...

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Forgetfulness That Seeps into Our Outline Defining Our Volumes w/a Stain

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The Poet Is a Radio. The Poet Is a Liar. The Poet Is a Counterpunching Liar

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Trees Outside the Window and a Big Band Sound That Makes You Feel Like Everything's Okay, a Feeling That Lasts For One Song Maybe, the Parentheses All Clicking ...

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I Must Concentrate on How Disappointing It All Has to Be While Rejoicing in My Singular Un-wholeness That Keeps It an Event for Me

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falling into a set of holes whose structures are predictable, ideological, and long dug, often falling into this set of structural and impersonal holes

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His Escape Is Planned. It Requires Only One Leg

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