Joseph M. Gerace
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>"She takes it in her hands / like a good idea"
> “She takes it in her hands like a good idea, feeling for texture, grain, the built-in limits. It’s only as an afterthought she asks and do you think it’s beautiful?” -from Jorie Graham’s ‘To a Friend Going Blind’The simple thing is to look into your handscupped over your eyes, nose, mouth, thumbscrippling temerarious jaw;…
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>shitsong #1
> big money men slip off their coats can’t risk it: tails all dangling, pressure too severe perfumed water — or worse — poking up along the pinstripes professionalism jeopardized, this objective brown wad of cash.
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>"When the Time Comes to Loosen Up Yr Grip, You Will Know" — 03122011
> Purely a failurethe binary scraping sound steel splinters bite the palmveins purpling, flush withpushing against what?what failure? Plane across which this objectthis pushed thing travels, withno levity over timeimperceptibly lifteddropped. against the earththe not perceivingthe failure; not the pain, the hungerfor pain, what failure? It doesn’t end well, though it endsprecisely as scripted —…
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>decomposed haiku for the wind & my love, my one true ring
> licks of light, fadingflicker & so a familiar strumecho voices itself, unsure academy, cani write this song) ? (was my point —the only light flickering in the soundwind rattling window panesthe whole of what i’ve learned fits into a night, might, so easily delight.
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