poetry
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A Great First Line
“When you are all sinew, struggle and solitude, your young — being soft, plump, vulnerable — may remind you of prey.” “Ducks, Newburyport” Lucy Ellmann
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On the Roof of Wannsee Villa
with no ill intention to the artistwhat the fuck were you thinkingthe mangy dog and the electro-magnetic implantfine! but replacing the u with the v?what a braggadocious pile of staten island’s finestpiled up to intellectualaffidavits — i once asked allen ginsbergshould i be scared when the polishbarrister holds a luger to my templeand demands fried…
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‘Greenwich Avenue’ by James Schuyler
In the evening of a brightlyunsunny day to watch back-lightedbuildings through the slitsbetween vertical strips of blindsand how red brick, brick paintedred, a flaky white, gray orthose of no color at all takethe light though it seems onlyabove and behind them so whatshows below has a slight evening“the day—sobs—dies” sadness and the sun marches on.…
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Valzhyna Mort & Henri Cartier-Bresson, Postcoital
violent global apocalypsearen’t you worried brrthe mirror ball playing with the toddlerin the parking lotso meaningless: music in the air there is no belarusianversion of this poemshe turns the therapist to 11 we no longer think in colorthere’s only colddark and not dark the prism handles the restthe first third and fifth courseare the cheapest…
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Awaiting Diagnosis
who whips little wooden orbits sayshello i am laughtersoured there isgrass mown & wind stilled & i have come up to the hole& found it lacking
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Total Aesthetic Loss
cherry moves fastconsumes fuel spark airfires momentary and true tearsasphalt from erudition give it awaypennies on the dollar corpseof carbon pattern makinggone so badly maybeaerated biomasssteel screwsperchance to love lecture urlecturer well cared for whistlingwhite curator hands of filial head translationblinksconcrete total aesthetic loss
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portrait in oblivion (isa)
she says i can cook vegan she says savory nutritional yeast flakes harvested for good health our face is probably the only thing of that scale crushed red pepper flakes our face obsessed in its desire for duplicate i didn’t choose this sacred hardware our battle ax-thin XXX bride prime butch dress cascading salvo cachaça…
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Confessional Poem
this worldsorryremains or humanitysun chops through bowlingthe six forty essential as a fax machinehere’s some good advicedemand luxembourg in the alley who knows his motivation?you simply hold all availablehands outward, palms up; six whistlesdoddering thrutropical depression her brunette historystoleof friendship as a friend places his twistederasedbottle durango — no one owning anything of a sugar…
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Acusar al Presidente
yes 10:13 in hackensack and i am wonderingwhy on earth is my skin so skinny when all the prayers say i should be greasymy benedictions should be known widelyhow many people are even in this bolted down town anyway if i stop with all the bolas de acerocerveza and el gran poeta contemporáneo maybe i’ll…
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