if it doesn't come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
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with an Apple Macintosh
you can't run Radio Shack programs
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at the track today,
Father's Day,
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from my bed
I watch
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shot in the eye
shot in the brain
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the phone rang at 1:30 a.m.
and it was a man from Denver:
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George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His
dinner dishes were undone, his breakfast dishe
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it was on the 2nd floor on Coronado Street
I used to get drunk
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I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny
blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny
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Long walks at night--
that's what good for the soul:
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washed-up, on shore, the old yellow notebook
out again
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as the poems go into the thousands you realize that you've created very
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To give life you must take life,
and as our grief falls flat and hollow
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we are always asked
to understand the other person's
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drunk on the dark streets of some city,
it's night, you're lost, where's your
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there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
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the best often die by their own hand
just to get away,
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waiting for death
like a cat
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I even hear the mountains
the way they laugh
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good weather
is like
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the final curtain on one of the longest running
musicals ever, some people claim to have
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death wants more death, and its webs are full:
I remember my father's garage, how child-like
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naked along the side of the house,
8 a.m., spreading sesame seed oil
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I've come by, she says, to tell you
that this is it. I'm not kidding, it's
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We are like roses that have never bothered to
bloom when we should have bloomed and
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you haven't lived
until you've been in a
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225 days under grass
and you know more than I.
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cimen altinda gecen 225 gunden sonra benden daha cok sey biliyor olmalisin.
kanini emip bitireli epey oldu, artik bir sepetteki kuru bir cubuksun.
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Sunday, I am eating a
grapefruit, church is over at the Russian
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drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end of my 2nd bottle
of wine, I have typed from a dozen to 15 pages of
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