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		<link>http://www.scabvendor.com/2009/05/23/1206/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 24 May 2009 00:26:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jonathan Shaw</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Pulled into Juiz de Fora just before sundown.
Motorcycle cowboy again.
Like days of old.
But it&#8217;s different somehow now.
After Narcisa everything is different.
Like the guy who swallowed the Red Pill in The Matrix.
Things will never be the same.
Why did Cigano cross the road?
Good or bad. It is what it is.
Open road, wide skies.
Rolling freight train.
Wistle blowing.
Rolling by
outside [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Alone By the Sea- 2009</title>
		<link>http://www.scabvendor.com/2009/05/21/alone-by-the-sea-2009/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 21 May 2009 21:28:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Alessandra</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sitting at the usual table by the waves.
Yellow plastic meditation refuge
Alone by the sea.
Far end of Copacabana.
End of the day.
2009
End of the world.
Soon the sea will rise
to consume the streets, buildings, city.
And it will all be sand and dust and ruin.
Again.
The end.
But for now there&#8217;s yellow plastic tables
and a chair for me to sit in
facing [...]]]></description>
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		<title>K.C. DREAMIN&#8217;- 1970</title>
		<link>http://www.scabvendor.com/2009/04/30/kc-dreamin-1970/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Apr 2009 21:21:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jonathan Shaw</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[A light
lit
seen from the street&#8230;
Not Piercing The Darkness
or Shining Down On
anything
Just a light
Just there
somewhere&#8230;
Kansas City.
&#8220;Why there?&#8221; she asked
and I said
&#8220;Why not?&#8221;
&#8220;That&#8217;s ok, too&#8221;
said the Truck Driver
as if to voice the opinions
of the truck.
Copyright Jonathan Shaw 2009.
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		<title>ICE CREAM VENDOR- 1973</title>
		<link>http://www.scabvendor.com/2009/04/29/ice-cream-vendor-1973/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Apr 2009 22:47:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jonathan Shaw</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[toot toot an idiot&#8217;s horn
an ambulance screamed by.
the people stared for a moment
gripping hard their candied pleasure
dirty warm ice cream
sticky hands.
An ugly sight i thought, as i walked away
up the street penniless and ice creamless.
the idiot followed me tooting his horn all the
way to the edge
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		<title>The Prince of Darkness</title>
		<link>http://www.scabvendor.com/2009/04/23/the-prince-of-darkness/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 23 Apr 2009 18:31:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jonathan Shaw</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[alcoholics anonymous]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Jonathan Shaw]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Narcisa]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Narcisa- Nossa Senhora Das Cinzas]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Narcisa- Our Lady Of Ashes]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Rio]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[SCABVENDOR]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[by Jonathan Shaw
The first time I saw the kid, he was sitting in the front row of the smoking section of the midnight AA meeting downtown. The only reason I even noticed him at all when I walked in the door was probably because he was sitting there, legs sprawled across the floor, leaning back [...]]]></description>
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		<title>&#8220;When&#8221; (1973)</title>
		<link>http://www.scabvendor.com/2009/04/22/when-1973/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Apr 2009 18:37:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jonathan Shaw</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Jonathan Shaw
When I felt the evil
the sting of the whisky
the pain
her effort
to leave me jibbering
and defunct
i killed her
snapping teeth and clumsy reptilian hiss jungle combat
hands on throat
killed
dead
darkness
numb..
and when I came to
i found her dead in the bed
beside me
no longer warm and grimy
no longer alive with battle
warmth, screaming, breathing
no longer
alive.
Dead.
Like a flattened dry snake in [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Deluge- 1971</title>
		<link>http://www.scabvendor.com/2009/04/21/deluge-1971/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Apr 2009 23:46:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Alessandra</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Jonathan Shaw]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Narcisa]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Jonathan Shaw
damnfool rain came pourin like jackpot
inna my life today
burned-out windshield visions
of melting tires
and cities lost
Rainman sez: More Tomorrow
Ballgames cancelled
Meetings Postponed
Communications Down&#8212;
children lost catsndogs
the old man is snoring
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		<title>THE SYSTEM- 1973</title>
		<link>http://www.scabvendor.com/2009/04/20/the-system-1973/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Apr 2009 22:57:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jonathan Shaw</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[Narcisa]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Rio]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[by Jonathan Shaw
i walk away
i think i got it beat
this system of dots and corners
as i get in my car
shivering
driving home
to crawl between the sheets
where my lover sleeps
and she&#8217;s got it beat too i think this system
as she sleeps
i draw close to embrace her
but she wakes up sharply
she pulls away
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		<title>Poem of the Week</title>
		<link>http://www.scabvendor.com/2009/04/05/poem-of-the-week/</link>
		<comments>http://www.scabvendor.com/2009/04/05/poem-of-the-week/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2009 20:41:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Alessandra</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dinosauria, by Charles Bukowski
Born like this
Into this
As the chalk faces smile
As Mrs. Death laughs
As the elevators break
As political landscapes dissolve
As the supermarket bag boy holds a college degree
As the oily fish spit out their oily prey
As the sun is masked
We are
Born like this
Into this
Into these carefully mad wars
Into the sight of broken factory windows of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>&#8220;Old Man&#8221;</title>
		<link>http://www.scabvendor.com/2009/03/16/old-man/</link>
		<comments>http://www.scabvendor.com/2009/03/16/old-man/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Mar 2009 22:55:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jonathan Shaw</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[OLD MAN &#8212; 1971
I wonder what it would be like
if this house was like it was in
that picture I took of it
in 1920 crisp and new
if things were still like that
the city was no more than a
sleeping dream phantom
then.
The streets so quiet and subdued
and routine was a beauty, an adventure
in itself
not just another nail in
yer [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Death in The Neighborhood- 1970</title>
		<link>http://www.scabvendor.com/2009/03/12/death-in-the-neighborhood-1970/</link>
		<comments>http://www.scabvendor.com/2009/03/12/death-in-the-neighborhood-1970/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Mar 2009 00:58:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jonathan Shaw</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Late at night all was silent in the neighborhood
only the steady breathing
beside the neighbors
in their sleeping beds
and they noticed the sounds again
 &#8220;Oh Jim, these last few months have been the happiest of my life!&#8221;
 &#8220;Yada yada, warden: Come in an&#8217; get me! Hah hah hah hahahahah!&#8221;
James Cagney?
Edward G Robertson?
What?
Why?
the neighbors sit bolt upright as [...]]]></description>
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