Wikipedia Poem, No. 672
one hears
events
scream
it's warm enough for so long
mr and mrs who—ha ha ha
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Whiteacre with God of Love
Wikipedia Poem, No. 671
the is
that makes
art but
the gone that
twines dimension as has the
gold-treated cheap
not by its job to lead us too
but so easily apparent any old
color—as too easily
apparent—and such a color but this
will not
be so
easy color
but the
way he became
a man to wait
there came a man wait
Positive Style Witch (Stephanie Burt)
Wikipedia Poem, No. 669
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Eventually, a neck without knowing
The only true love is unadorned and personal. Sometimes people listen, sometimes people don’t. All success is anecdotal. Most of what we’re sold is just whistling, neon feces exploding at high speed out of a t-shirt cannon. The habit I work is this: Tune out the negative & trite — pay it no mind. Focus instead on what you love and the things that compel you. Attention is love. You must love.
Big Knife, Improperly Used
Wikipedia Poem, No. 668
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not beyond
whats dipped
in baby
comes to say
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code
dividentity sacrifice
into monastery
noun
sucked into space
cultures hogshead
of joy thing moon
close who wrote
heroism also
reflects
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dogs
hands
a
heavenly
seed opens from them
vivisects a pure
curve of photosynthetic sweetness
glassplain the lambdoid sutures hogshead monstrous
suddenly
smile
abandoned to-do lists
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America
Wikipedia Poem, No. 667
an acquaintance
a friend
a neighbor
even
see especially women
friends and neighbors
seen especially as women
friends and rivals called to attend
the splicing of a useful rope to invoke
a less-useful loop
later familiar or idle talk
about our lingering smog of
eighteenth century exploitation
explode the old english godsibb
as in sponsored by an exploring god
Old English god “supreme being, deity; the Christian God; image of a god; godlike person,” from Proto-Germanic *guthan (source also of Old Saxon, Old Frisian, Dutch god, Old High German got, German Gott, Old Norse guð, Gothic guþ), from PIE *ghut- “that which is invoked” (source also of Old Church Slavonic zovo “to call,” Sanskrit huta- “invoked,” an epithet of Indra), from root *gheu(e)- “to call, invoke.” 1
then god’s toothful parent
not the true god but capitol
god of trifling talk
of groundless rumor
familiar formations
of the old universe
extended into middle-life
godparents dying
from dehydration
in kids r us
“to bed a cricket / stroke my goatee”
Wikipedia Poem, No. 666
“Estragon sees the chicken bones on the ground and stares at them greedily.”
to bed a cricket
stroke my goatee
i dance from side to side now
furrow my brown house
sparrow flutters in a fruit bowl
with whom am i arguing
crickets then go to bed
obsess over critics
crickets and poets both
lord over their own right
hands squeeze the toe of a boot by a tree
on a country road so they can be close to me
its inevitable yes she can be too
she can force it upon herself
space and space again
deprive him ommatidia
smile and she’ll slip an oven mitt
over critics over her right hand
i squeeze the thin lords quaking line
it must be caressed by neon pliers
i love reality with my waist again
and again deprive him space
deprive him teeth and smiles i slip
an oven mitt over the critics oh lord over all
Gratitude
to wear so many rings your fingertips refuse to meet
to pull up skin-tight jeans
to slip on a pink tube top without being asked
to find what’s in your pocket
what is in your pocket?
to be known for a particular hairdo
to smell the way you do
to be brilliant without being moved
to snooze
oh scent do you see?
to kill in order to live
to grow a theorist in a tube
to suck off a hungry ghost
to love basic vanilla body mist after all these years
what won’t work and why not?
to have that kind of mind
to have this kind of mouth
to charge into the universe’s great recording booth
and scream no no no that won’t work
A Conversation About Frederick Seidel Between an Elementary School Teacher and a Hungry Upper West Side Pigeon
Wikipedia Poem, No. 665
either upon this trace of tree
an endless sea and
home how do ye murmur
out in
barren mazes or
cyclades or
the islands of king solomon
one-off
i want to become and
that i want to become and
then i want to become
a legendary cameo
pinned on i want who
hasn’t stopped coming
the reader chokes on
the long layer with insipid here’s
the reader limpid
limpid limpid limpid
here’s the poem with
insipid bookmarks you guessed it
the poem with layers with blood
with insipid limpid
limpid limpid
here’s themselves
clear as day
i want to become a quill a
legendary cameo themselves
swallowed i want someone who won’t stop coming
big moves i want to become a
legendary cameo the reader chokes on
the poem the seawater the spirit-spout
with layers
with layers
with
layers
see?
RNG (Robbins v. Goldsmith)
Wikipedia Poem, No. 663
in that particular place at that precise instant virtue in late fall sniff modernism rhyme disappear from poetry sometime in late fall sniff jealousy the primary output of modernism rhyme disappears from poetry sometime next week early winter is that sunrise or sunset culture moving thereby the young reproduce like culture and naive move along high-end users ibid originality the key party of modernism rhymes with commerce disappears from poetry sometime in late winter when on average users taste drambuie and tang in 1910 if surrealism happened today in early spring it would be over in a logarithmic curve along with technology's potted hipsterism ibid originality ibid fetish object ibid of average users ibid modernism ibid rhyme