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Forced Ceremonies
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Great-Grandmother Preskitt, |
Oklahoma
K. O. Smitten by the robber or the robber's smile, I’d most likely turn the other cheek. Like hell I would. Small bruises to the brain. An accumulation of years of being hit, And hitting back. |
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Dream lions at dusk, Pry a hundred fathoms deep, Where purple marlin feed. La Mar undisguised Dances naked For his cheerful, Undefeated eyes. |
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Sad Notes from the Middle Ages Last night They had a superduper TV show All about the Sixties. My youth has become History: Golden Oldies Peace signs, Causes no one cares about, Funny-looking pictures In the last chapter. Tie-dyed t-shirts, Leather chokers, Hand-painted clogs, Clothing was a STATEMENT of belief And now finds itself Mildewing in Good Will stores. Double-knit slacks, Dacron blouses, Wash-and-Wear polyester, And sensible shoes, Sooner or later, Everyone sells out. |
DARK MOONSHINE Beowulf or Grendel, which is which? |
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Trying to say impossible things, and I remember that words are not enough, are impossibly inadequate, flimsy stuffing for feelings, another form of disguise. Watch me. My actions don't tell lies. |
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If one obnoxious person is an obnox, are two obnoxious people, obnoxes or obnoxen? |
You don't know enough to know what you don’t need to know. |