Month: June 2017

Praise Uncontrollable Gruesome

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Wikipedia Poem, No. 519

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“For either to have expressed desire, to have / reached, would have been to offer the object of desire // power. It could not be done.” Frank Bidart

let me tell you a secret:
i’ve discovered something
in the conveniences of
mass consequence to ensure
mine would continue to bear
neutral

green leather black light
pitches back
leather clutch discovers light black
leather
clutch discovers
something wild
rushing in
cow sacrifices its skin to ensure mine

the new world bears
a neutral green light black leather
rolls back

leather pitches back leatherette that
participation with the fender of
the sacrifices

of

the sun and squeezes
loud lives
conveniences of a motorcycle

what i mean to say is
the convenience of the barking
bike living alive and dies

leather
pitches backwards to
stay here

Muhammad Ali Jinnah

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Wikipedia Poem, No. 518

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“There was a blue rug on the floor of her room, one chair, one chest, and a narrow bed. Stockings hung in the bathroom. A curious luminosity from the garden, where a lush red magnolia peeked in through an open shutter. Sometimes at dawn the gulls would come and walk busily about on her windowsills, jerking their little bodies like pigeons in sunlight. She began undressing immediately, while he murmured stray strands of information in warning tones, about the cellular panic soon to inundate the world. ‘Madness. It’s pure madness. They’ve broken the locking system which gives form to matter… My dear Esmerelda, they are about to overthrow the principle of creation itself, dissolve the lovely structured essences of nature until only chaos prevails. ‘” from “Antlers in the Treetops” by Ron Padgett and Tom Veitch
dead
   resting ice 
   daily and loved 

you sleep without words 
   will all the mottles claim 
   staying did nothing   about straying
 
without all the uncontrollable 
   head space 
   beside takeout ambulance words

will the large black supple magazines 
   sunglass in the night sun   kabloom
   swiftly he needs to know

how small is this husbandry
   in the supermodels brain of god 
   it is not dependable all this blue flailing

for medicine beef commercial value? 
   what quaint earnest wanting to survive
   as one of my ears my ass into the thought's claim

it's intensely leashed with expensive exception 
   action i couldn't have known
   how i would act in the future tense 

new paltz then as three-headed corporal air 
   perpetual tumble machine between car frame 
   & car frame the fragmentalist's dead of tiredness

‘Fundamentalist’s Clarity’

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Wikipedia Poem, No. 516

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“They fed the roots, / climbed through its leaves / to soak in sunlight … / and so, she told me, / I can see.” Tyehimba Jess

for Paul Beatty

they   clean   kotten awa
break apart appear naked   especially 
intelligence of the moon   identifies   dance  i am 
a poor rabbit   if we killed enjambment 
be a rabbit skinned   in my   beggar's heart
dirty   in   kotten awa   break apart   appear 
glowing in   top flight pleasure   
yourself a moment of corrective punishment 
waking all the   moon identities dance the dance of i am
a poor what if   we killed enjambments   be a   hare 
in   my beggar's heart   dashed again in   kotten awa 
break apart   appear glowing in the news? — no
deceit   in my beggar's   heart
made whole in   kotten awa   then   break apart

Please, Don’t Leave, I’ve Got So Much to Reveal (Cryptocrystalline)

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Wikipedia Poem, No. 515

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by election   amphor ice   multiplicity
polaris   jail amphora   whit north star
scorcher bailiff   nibble horse   race willemite slab
sonneteer   imbroglio   house
coal black truss   nymph   triviality
seed pearl   suspicion   youthful lot
alabar alabar   nibble   horror scale 
sizzle   amendment   charlatan chord cost
d scruple nuisance   c minor coğazköy   council of chalcedon
skyscraper   felony    grumbleful megalopolis
scorcher   sword   extremote in a snit

Toothpaste for the Young Poet

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Wikipedia Poem, No. 514

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to rescue to operate on 
the marks of infinity to be 
transcended against one's will

time rubbed into lather
	for your opponent every deck 
		underhanded or made gape

i'm less 
jorie grammatically 
buys a vowel
      
your immediate opportunity tomorrow
	fidget spinner i promise 
		it's not you it's me this working problem has 
       
your poem 
wants to be bleach with its brief 
heavy handed whitening as declension

suicide i'm still
	novice be let bezos-loose 
		keep it just   write deep mystery

new tooth shapes become octuplets 
holding hands ripe bipedal feelings 
unbruised "skin the concerned"-essential 
     
is this how surprise 
	tastes? great
		all my new deepstate teeth 

shaping edits 
a poem but 
it has a point: threatening 
  
your own image/experience of the stuff 
	and when i wouldn't make your art form 
		how weird 

to be bleached 
	on the castle keep 
		for posterity

Dining Rooms Don’t Dine (A Discussion on Health Care in America)

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Wikipedia Poem, No. 512

“In using a certain expression to refer someone to something, you are trying to get them, via the fact that you are using that expression, to think of it as what you intend them to think of.” from Kent Bach’s “What Does it Take to Refer?”
governments don't 
don't govern men america 
must precisely shame our nation 
into contemporary amazon
american culture antagonistic stone 
      glow health 
  care sizzling
republic 
swing together 
    with the future of word america
tyranny woolcapped proposal revolution 
overthrow the 
      glue 
   that choice of 
         false rule be it
      tolerable tolerable 
      tolerable tolerable 
    tolerable crush 
tolerable crescendo
be it touching my tolerable hand