Robert Brendan

plenty of them
oh you bet your shard
and cut off bic pen
on it.
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images of subways
strewn with graffiti
an old iron grate door
perched along a sidewalk
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transformers
are all corners and hard
they have a core to them
I hit this kid with one
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There is this bona fide
Indian burial ground in this
city
right next to the ball park
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drug and alcohol
abuse
are not things I advocate,
however
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of weed
if officer law walks through
this door
It will be hard to explain
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at a a time
it seemed
through the microfiche
of literature
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great back flakes are
falling all over the place
for Easter island
charities
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Listening to one
sage their advice
to me.
Apprehend this world
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You know what man?
he asked me.
What? , I said.
I had a real rough time
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Sometimes it will just
flash once
and the screen will say
new voice message
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how long is this going to take
limbo period
conversation forced
if you are with others
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the sort of person that burns down
a housing project yet to
be inhabited by people
do they feel that the price
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Lets all take this moment
to rest the sun on our
faces
look up
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running how you will pose the
question
so you don’t screw it up
not suave
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sick
poking plate feeling in
my chest from
my ribs feels as if
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I own fifty
me two hundred
one for every day of the week
and two for Sunday
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we needed some glass
but I never seemed
to pick up enough
to last.
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today rob?
nothing. I replied
all I had done
all day
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curve turned
ridges
round about
to a woman back
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