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A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
I stared into the muddled sky with tears running down my face in small rivers, and I knew then that there was no hope
She always was devious in her beauty
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
Steps into Nod
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
At time's end we step out of the corn into the cool shadows of the lawn
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
I tiptoe back into myself so I can run from what I was
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
the magic that was meant to capture the outlaw instead transformed him into a monster
She's found the hole in reality. She knows its depth.
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
When she was bad
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
She was locked in time
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She Was 18, It Was Summer
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
Descent into the Depths of the Earth
And when she turned into a man, we were so proud
except that church was Episcopal with an ongoing history of bursting into flames
i step into the sun
After living a life in darkness, the first steps into the light are the hardest to bear.
It was men who made breasts into a secret.
How Gudrun cast herself into the Sea, but was brought ashore again
In a quiet grove of pines under a frosty sky, he helped her out of the sack. She wore severe white hospital pajamas and was beautiful.
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
To a girl who thought she was moving away
The Man Who Stepped Into Yesterday
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
Because, perhaps she was cold
finding no answer, she stepped closer
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
she was waylaid by an octopus
She was free
I worked at the mall in the 80s. There was a cult that used to recruit out on the front steps.
Besides the part where she was the only one
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
I note that she is pretty, but we are off into the city, my werewolf friend and I
Of all the dorm rooms in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.
As she walked into the sea she complained, "I'm drowning."
Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.
I was into them after they were hip
Boy, I was sure lucky to be born into the one true faith!
step forward into terror
She said the dance is a prayer. A prayer to toss into the tide all the weight of oblivion and humiliation. This is not a dance for one, fool - where are you?
Why I stepped in the puddle
She walked into the room
An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
She was steady
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
What the hell was she thinking?
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She was so pleased to learn that she was right
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
She was never mine. I always shared her.
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
I turned Quizro into a Quiet Riot CD, and all I got was this jar of lemon-flavoured pickles.
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
She is and was
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
She was too beautiful to be human
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
She knew what she was doing
She was coming out as he was going in.
One day I will step out of my body and burst into bloom
She was so tall, and I was so in love
She didn't write like Emily Dickinson, but she did live in a house overlooking a cemetery, and I guess he thought that was important.
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
trying to complete some archaic sub-quest, only to be drawn into some stupid battle every five steps
I should just check myself into the morgue now and save myself that messy middle step.
depth perception
Depth charge
My Depths Are Now Shallows
A Word from the Murky Depths
depth hoar
periscope depth
Depth (user)
High and Low
Little depth but lots of skin and penis
skin depth
Blackrock Depths
The Golan Heights? The Golan Depths.
we don't move with the waves. The two of us, a quiet ocean roaring somewhere in its depths
to measure the depth
Inky
inky cap
inkies
About beetles, and your inky heart
Inky (user)
The East Village Inky
The Story of the Inky boys
Hot coals in inky night
I'm trippin' my nut sack into a frenzy of dik play
Into the Woods
Do not go gentle into that good night
Lila, an Inquiry into Morals
Run and turn into butter
Christians don't believe that "being good" gets anyone into Heaven
Did my pussy just run into you?
Climbing a Stone Bowl into Fire
Falling Into Infinity
jump off into never-never land
Is America turning into a country full of junkies?
take into account
Turning moJoe into a jar of lemon-flavored pickles
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past
Make your keyboard's "Windows Keys" into "Super" shift keys for (X)Emacs
Your fingers staple pine nuts into everything you touch
On Seeing a Piece of Our Heavy Artillery Brought into Action
Somehow my life falls into place
Antitrust: The Justice Department and 17 states proposed Breaking up Microsoft into two companies.
How long must I stay in my pajamas before I turn into Howard Hughes?
Indelibly burned into my memory
Waking up with a dog breathing into your face
On the Criteria To Be Used in Decomposing Systems into Modules
There I stood, rambling incoherently into the tin can, you loved it
Into the light
Into My Arms
The art of stuffing people into boxes
Let's just turn our children into burbling idiots
Things to consider before you bring a hamster into your life
All my possessions packed into a few boxes
Walking into class, only to realize that you have no pants
Erewhon : Chapter VI - Into Erewhon
John Cassavettes Was No Help At All
This is a journey into sound
beating swords into plowshares
How to break into a car
fading into oblivion
Having gotten myself into a position where I can have my cake and eat it too, I feel no compulsion to get up from the table
It's not a great feat for a smart person to get into a good school
I can often think myself right into the nuthouse
Tiny sections of time which curl into memories
Converting an old laptop LCD screen into a VGA monitor

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