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The people look like flowers at last : new poems

The gas line is leaking, the bird is gone from the cage, the skyline is dotted with vultures;Benny finally got off the stuff and Betty now has a jobas a waitress; andthe chimney sweep was quite delicate as hegiggled up through the soot.I walked miles through the city and recognizednothing as a giant claw ate at my stomach while the inside of my head felt airy as if I was about to go mad.it's not so much that nothing means anything but more that it keeps meaningnothing,there's no release, just gurus and self-appointed gods and hucksters.the more people say, the less there is to say.even the best books are dry sawdust. 'from "fingernails; nostrils; shoelaces"

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  • "The gas line is leaking, the bird is gone from the cage, the skyline is dotted with vultures;Benny finally got off the stuff and Betty now has a jobas a waitress; andthe chimney sweep was quite delicate as hegiggled up through the soot.I walked miles through the city and recognizednothing as a giant claw ate at my stomach while the inside of my head felt airy as if I was about to go mad.it's not so much that nothing means anything but more that it keeps meaningnothing,there's no release, just gurus and self-appointed gods and hucksters.the more people say, the less there is to say.even the best books are dry sawdust. 'from "fingernails; nostrils; shoelaces""@en
  • "Synopsis: the gas line is leaking, the bird is gone from the cage, the skyline is dotted with vultures; Benny finally got off the stuff and Betty now has a job as a waitress; and the chimney sweep was quite delicate as he giggled up through the soot. I walked miles through the city and recognized nothing as a giant claw ate at my stomach while the inside of my head felt airy as if I was about to go mad. it's not so much that nothing means anything but more than it keeps meaning nothing, there's no release, just gurus and self-appointed gods and hucksters. the more people say, the less there is to say. even the best books are dry sawdust.-from "fingernails; nostrils; shoelaces.""@en

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  • "Electronic books"@en
  • "Americká poezie"
  • "American poetry"
  • "American poetry"@en
  • "Selected works"
  • "Výbory"
  • "Poetry"@en

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  • "The people look like flowers at last : new poems"
  • "The people look like flowers at last : new poems"@en
  • "The people look like flowers at last"@en
  • "Příliš blízko jatek"
  • "The people look like flowers at last new poems"
  • "The people look like flowers at last new poems"@en
  • "La gente parece flores al fin nuevos poemas"@es

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