Joseph M. Gerace
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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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xxy, again, on week 2 of the 2011-2012 nfl season
Like blood splatter__an expensive pattern__on paddle eternal, invisible grain WhackWhompHer voice looms against the pounding__train, deafening wifi connection__four bars of uninterrupted violence PlunkPopCarve the rolling sky, quick cocaine clouds__from the teeth of the vibrating afternoon__like too tight strings__of a violin Then she is gone, voice vanishingdespite intentions worsefor imagination, The symphony tunes, unaffectedOaken oar washed,…
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