Joseph M. Gerace
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deciding on the news, or what hemingway couldn’t say about icebergs
trite, trite, trite it’s the power of cross-examination no, a weak wristed witness no, the small jewish lawyer with the italian last name, he plays the best lawyer on tv no, the loudest no, defeat sounds like dismissal and the nodding audience misses it when the witness cuts off the rat’s head these grand gestures…
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the definitive experience sulfur in the air of appearance you worked your adult life to buy the car flipped onto its roof right there the right hand of the highway irreverent, filthy, fever fast road flares draw your eye keeps you away the definitive appearance keep truth at bay sulfur in the air of experience…
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field notes on the movements & hunting habits of the hired scrubber
instep rises with each elbow-heavy scrub — filthy mop across the grey — grey tiles underheel somehow wet and clean, the sap drying. hidden in the bushes, field notes comments on the subject’s patience, its hand work, sloppy, effective, paid, the years of cutting — subject puts its tongue to the flithy lips of the shop’s…
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[no where to say]
What if the point of the Occupy movement is that a very diverse group of unhappy people sitting numb in front of secondhand televisions knew that they needed to say something, but didn’t know what it was that needed to be said? They felt this ache, this discomfort, they knew the general area from which…
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1i want herwithout having to lift these wicked wordswater drips from her hair“i want her,”buti want her. 2across the roomsteam from the slow sliding shower doortongue at my upper trapeziusi turn to her. 3my head is hidden or is it darkagainst her skin, against heri cannot hear the water running anymore.
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i can’t sleep / i can’t wake up
she rounded the corner. i was standing there with my weight on my good left leg, leaning my left shoulder into the brick wall of a so-so american restaurant. i didn’t smile toward her but made eye contact and puckered my lips off to the left until she looked down at her shoes on the…
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