Joseph M. Gerace
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23 People Who Will Make You Care About Poetry in 2013
as long as someone’s talking about poetry, great. give them capes; see if i care.
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Untitled, 072820131301 [draft For Gettysburg, Whitman]
Smell the breath of grass First at their backs and bayonetted sides Because this, the duty of the living:
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Untitled, draft, 07182013
I don’t give a shit About the jungle Or your long trek To profitable madness But all my questions Turned to coin As I sounded out that place’s strange name Sweating, mosquito-thick, blood green Impossible to itch That place … I would recount this purple story To my shrink if I had a shrink, but…
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Dream 06012013
I woke, feeling of particularly base moral character, because of this dream I had. The dream was built upon a typically gauche bacchanal at a filmic hivelike Midwestern frat house, a free Chinese buffet erected on the street outside operated by presumably a crosstown rival frat, the unacceptable total loss of some unreplaceable button down-type…
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sinuous rills [draft, 033020131336]
crack the association, windows holding something back curtains cutting social tongues, an uncaged robin blinds like bobbins scored spooled around with money i’m hungry because i’m bored i’m a cave shadow collapsing, honey you can do this, put one foot in front of the other remember that the eye is the you, capitalized blinds bobbing…
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improv for problems, playoffs and plumbing [draft 2, 042220131826]
Tin helmet to the blindside crumbled Week-old Italian bread Crushed over fresh arugula Titan got hit. His mind green jelly baby pureeSquishing squirt of hot butter candied Prophet peppermint pate Look up from the pain Airbus A380 sky streaming, lickable bright Cotton confetti a candy grey cloud, giving up.
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morning, 040820130548
Total darkness, like youthis a beast to be eliminated.Dread beauty crawling eastacross county lines, redripped hands and ragged knees. A thought here, dilated in the past:Her fading eyes swipe at the horizon Like the loose threat of a rising sun.
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