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This poem is not about you,so relax.It’s about some other exceptionally nakednymphette who touched me in that nervearea like a Japanese ..
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The Mexican men at the Laundromat
are smiling at each other and cracking jokes.
There are a lot of references to
someone or something bei..
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It was Thanksgiving morning.Mid-morning, to be exact.I remember it just like it was four years ago Thursday.I awoke, amazingly.Although I couldn't rem..
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- Ohh lemme tell you, I ran into Ronny Halberstan. Remember Ronny?- Noo.- Guy who put up some of the seed money for my club…- Okay?- Guy is str..
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I auditioned for an off-off-Broadway production entitled "A Widow from Montclair," written by a sixty-four-year-old dentist, recently retired, who was..
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Angus Chitty took an old Underwood typewriter to Washington Square Park, sat down, and began typing: The focus had shifted from liberation, fu..
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You told me you grew up in a foster home.Fantasized about being adopted by thatanguished young couple you saw in yourbedroom window on that chill New ..
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Another one of those words - like faith - that has become utterly meaningless. Happiness is just another manufactured concept. It’s something el..
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Well, the rent is late
and now I'm joined by
the glowering mice
who feel more entitled
to this apartment
than me.
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The paparazzi gathered around me,quoting my facial expressions.I was pleased to see that my furrowed browdid not make the morning headlines.However, t..
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