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SKIN HEAD
Michael Rothenberg
SKIN HEAD
This planet needs more martyrs
Yay martyrs!
Sacrificed on the Altar of the Holy Beast 
For the sake of the Holy Dream!
Poet Hang, E. 4th St. Ave. B, 1979, photograph by Philip Pocock
Everybody kno... 
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Attrition
D. Nurkse
Attrition
When we were children our teacher explained the war.
She drew it on the blackboard until her chalk squealed.
The dust of her erasers made us cough. What had she drawn? 
Rommel’s pincer movements? The oval m... 
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Brooklyn
Todd Colby
Brooklyn
The trees in Brooklyn are the same color 
as cooked hamburger. 
I know the song of the cardinal 
and it goes a little something like this. 
Pangs twist a belly, until it dawns, eat! The light in
early Decemb... 
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THE SADDEST MAN ON EARTH…
Alan Kaufman
THE SADDEST MAN  ON EARTH...
   ...ignored how the rain felt
   as he left home
   for the last time
   
   Wore down 
   his boot heels
   searching for the woman
   of his dreams,
   but never understood
   tha... 
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The Loneliness of a Lost Horseshoe
Valery Oisteanu
The Loneliness of a Lost Horseshoe
I did not dream a broken bone, a hole in my foot 
But my limbs suffered from accidental falls
Biographers would be seduced by my pain-blues
I have shattered my toes, some of them twic... 
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Service Agreement
William Lessard
Service Agreement
The service provider does not guarantee, represent, or warrant that your use of the application will be uninterrupted or error-free. You agree that the service provider may cancel the service at any time... 
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Taxi Night
Cliff Fyman
Taxi Night
I WANT YOU TO STOP! 
Like don’t go with me! 
I’m sure it’s fine,
maybe I don’t
need to go, I don’t
know, maybe I should
just wait ‘till morning.
Like I don’t know!
If I wait another hour
... 
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Bunny Embers
Jane Ormerod
Bunny Embers
A melody ponytail, a middle-name smile, an old-fashioned jig with the neighbors. A wipe of the windscreen, sunscreen. Gimme the Carter, the Marlowe, the town protector, the well-breakfasted, the special ones ... 
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No Blink
Christopher Romero
No Blink
In patched Victorian Iron
Fast, fibrous, connected tendrils
She closed her eyelids reflecting the rays of inspection
The surface appears, sparkles, flattened day time fireworks
Sideways tall marsh grass and c... 
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Rabo de Peixe
Thurston Moore
Rabo de Peixe
What brings terror 
             into your life
                    nothing really
It's a misunderstanding
             of nature
A single plant of its own
             color, yellow
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A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
Charlotte Jackson
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
Turned out the man at the bar
was a neighborhood guy;
grew up around here,
back in the day. 
He and Tim got talking
about the bad old days,
before “Bed Stuy, Do or Die”
was a motto on a... 
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It’s Like This
D. James Smith
It's Like This
Coming when I call my daughters
two fortune tellers wet heads wrapped
in towels sit down with their tumble
of questions nearly fitting the puzzle
I’ve made of myself yes they’re ready
offering thei... 
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Ted Nugent Says
Cassandra Dallett
Ted Nugent Says
All hunts are pure trophy meat fun.
Ted says every sacred part of precious animal
meat, claws, skull, sinew, body fluids, blood, 
organs, teeth, skin, hair, tongue, eyeball 
are renewable.
Ted say... 
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Passion Sunday
Amy Barone
Passion Sunday
Furtively, I watch him wipe 
blood from tracks on his arm
before I leave for Palm Sunday Mass.
He swore he didn’t — only pot,
which he grows in a closet.
Still. Leaving wasn’t going to be easy.... 
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trump defeats kanye
Eve Packer
trump defeats kanye
reads the newspaper  headline
a cartoon kanye holds up
on the cover of the sept 14th
newyorker, and tho i am 
a huge b blitt fan, it makes me
mad, no hint of 9/11 and why wld you
gift the donald ... 
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