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We’re characters in film noir
as we sit smoking cigarettes,
one after another.
It hurts too much to look down
at the odd collection of s..
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Three girls are safe for now,
in a tragic photograph.
Nearly naked, they cling to each other
with pursed lips and toughening hearts.
In a lonely u..
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It was the way you asked
if you could turn the light on—
you sounded for all the world
like a little child afraid of the dark.
And for a l..
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You’re awfully sorry
but you’re always the same.
These Accidental Injuries
are killing us slowly,
and this is homicide from the inside..
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He wears his wrinkled shirts unbottoned,
and his tennis shoes tied all the way.
Headphones hold his reeling head together,
and his hand grips an ol..
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...another true story...
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Every word has lost its meaning
as a brisk October wind paves
dry salt paths on my face,
which your fingers travel
like faithful pilgrims.
Hesit..
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they don't give a damn,
cigarettes in hand,
the land wasting away
under their watchful eyes,
with lies kept conveniently
in their pockets.
behin..
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He had Jesus on his right shoulder
and four cards up his sleeves,
marijuana leaves in the glove department
and a burned notebook of dreams.
He lov..
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When the hornets swarmed around your head
and your thoughts hovered somewhere underneath the cloud—
when the shouts of the mob were reduced to..
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