Joseph M. Gerace
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you have to explain
something about sliding off the thin, cardboard lidi remember very specifically there must be a commabetween thin and cardboard … my body’s heat printed ontointo the otherwise cold floor, shoebox shaped like a shadow somehow subtly connected to this idea of a shadowthe shadow representing something hidden-aggressivethe next line emerges, rhyming mask with daggerand suggests…
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you have to explain
something about sliding the thin cardboard lid off remember very specifically there must be a comma between thin, cardboard … my body’s heat printed onto into the otherwise cold floor, the shoebox shaped like a shadow but somehow subtly connected to the idea of a shadow the shadow representing something hidden-aggressive the next line emerges,…
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just a note about me misquoting Jack Micheline
Beauty Is Everywhere Beauty is everywhereBaudelaireEven the worm is beautifulThe thread of a beggar’s dressThe red eye of a drunkardOn a rainy nightChasing the red haired girlBaudelaireAcross the skyYour raggy pantsLaughing at the rainBeauty is everywhereBaudelaire — Jack Micheline
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sketch: desc. of location (as man), 061420112044
There: Off to the left on the ash tiles below the legsOf the yellow folding table, they do not wish to be ID’dBeneath the lights ( clearly Disappear, scurry, scurry, disappear Fans stir the otherwise contemplative air, the night I tryGrabbing the vein — bug wisely — I swear with my eyes, they hide (scurryScurry…
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you are strong
http://www.youtube.com/get_player my memory’s startling ability to unsee the real is not directly connected to the depth of my imagination; once i know you are a weakness i will never believe you are strong.
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"I stole her nervous hands / her addiction to sweet, soft smells"
“From my mother I inherited my looks and a tendency to migraine. From my father I inherited an optimism which did not leave me until recently.” Joan Didion I stole her quietly waiting on the grocer’s line reading the covers of magazines like a tourist I stole her nervous hands her addiction to sweet, soft…
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sketch: up from the cracks purple, lips, light a seed
everything abstract the numbers concrete and growing up from cracks in purple, lips, light a seed a horizontal bloom immediately, then nothing abstract, even abstraction she’s lying out on the couch, no there’s a better word now she’s laying out of context across the bed, sheet wrapped around her legs, light a seed a horizontal…
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james murphy sits / on jersey sheets / slices stars / tinkers w horizontal bars / in the dark / revives wordless weirdo kids / deadpan scars
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