Joseph M. Gerace
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War Poem (American Horror Story)
a woman on the bus asked if i was jewish i said what she said are you jewish i said my father was jewish she said good i said nothing she said there are a lot of good jewish people i read the bible every day i said nothing she said we’re going to…
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Poem I Haven’t Read But Wrote
Wikipedia Poem, No. 819 can write email states i await from it from it you but i can review the little it from it your daily lives calista gibson executive group chief executive group chief executive a very good but i can write you more detail st not know it you more wish up longmire…
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Eighteen Wheeler at Speed (Broken Time)
Wikipedia Poem, No. 818 is oblomov soaring only when giacometti is on? what about oblomov oh you don’t know? enough with the joists monetizing pastures run out loud no maggot-lonely world no doesn’t know enough about capital sarah morris now and time too mustn’t be so ashberian insomniaholic holy whirling amongst eyeful photosynthetics evans was…
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Debase My Autocracy: Pterois Persona Poem
Wikipedia Poem, No. 817 “x people will y you things nd you mustn’t z / you mustn’t ever z” and over speech non-reference for text over speech non-reference for contrôle describe? how can of the only see your le costs one de salad bowl and a new poetics or if-ness and a non-reference of these…
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‘We have passed through the night without deliverance’
these might be bad translations but at this moment they are the only translations available in english Nous avons traversé la nuit sans délivrance translated as We have passed through the night without deliverance sure it’s accurate but the translator must also be a most loving octopus
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Welcome to Lotus Land (after Tony Hoagland)
Wikipedia Poem, No. 816 Because therapy heals all worlds: Welcome to Lotus Land. The workers the proletariat the sea-mines the TSA Agents of the Mind shoot back to zip me away from gnosis. Their neon swims across my whimsy metrics in the small, air conditioned room. Whales tornado a hundred thousand phrenology busts. Warm, oozing…
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Bayway Refinery
Wikipedia Poem, No. 815 The blood red light slick on my sky binds skin to skull. I’m not the man you think I am who connects to violence, belching, where sky blinds to understand what I condemn in me. What I connect to skin, to violence, I loved first on the internet. I can’t have…
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A Raspy, Screeching Hiss.
Wikipedia Poem, No. 814 A piece the size of me. We float downstream’s surge. Suddenly to steep, rocky shore and up under the boat down the stream’s surface began. The hotel has provided a nice razor set. I see how far down a submarine. The pain: the trip was small, not powerful, contained in more…
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‘the ble toes. the ben? an.’
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