poetry
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Mutant City Acid
Wikipedia Poem, No. 890 enough you can own the concordant sickness ringing it’s way into yr heart i’m here everything i thought was funny when i was the enemy mutant city acid: damp hedges a church the modest hours that guide the modest hours that would be lost if not for a drug conviction i…
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Table Tennis Synomniac
Wikipedia Poem, No. 889 were completely off the mark Rachmaninoff remarks Rachmaninoff’s religion should be careful when researchers make the stars the University of you should rob four subjects who are unable to please the researchers make intelligent, mentally almost all were fluent experienced damaged to be made intelligent, mentally. insert volta here A prolonged…
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To Please the Yelping Dog
in cutlery a fork from latin furca for pitchfork utensil fulcrum of metal long handle terminates in a head branches narrow curved tines with which one can spear food to hold to cut to lift to the mouth
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NO ECHT GOVERNMENT
Wikipedia Poem, No. 888 “One must desire the ultimate essence even if it is ‘contaminated.’” Cy Twombly, 1957 No echt government drives badly would abet its economy through a bouquet of contemporary tariffs which only serve within a hobnail millennia? Nishore Jailubani, a Washington academic and former diplomat holding an expensive haircut, well-tailored suit and…
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The Cuban Prisoners
Wikipedia Poem, No. 887 The Cuban Prisoners—The intelligence brought by the Cherokee, from Havana, sets in still stronger light the atrocity of the deceptions which were recently practised upon the good feeling of this nation. The generosity and forbearance of the Cuban Government deserve all praise. Not only does the Captain-General attend to their wants,…
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The Artists’ Head Strung from The Artist’s Head
Wikipedia Poem, No. 885 drop anything my brown kitchen stand falligators quarries airfields swamps post-industrial towns no weather here deep withering made-thing in beautiful or dissociated harmony frying up the stuff and father we make we sort we tell stories you’ll see you said what i don’t call those i read of you here i…
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‘is what it seems’ (Kevin Beasley)
Wikipedia Poem, No. 884 is what it seemsdesigner british stamps her stamp panache textures colors material japan paris spring artistic pain paying homage color direct material texture wing influence white cutting kimonos infuse graphic diagonal cuts infuse strength touch of glossy leather and love power grown of pronounced shine refined aplomb celebration of shine generous…
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New Year’s Day
Wikipedia Poem, No. 883 Like a final decision? No. Then it— I know the sound of yr idling presence of cheap life: this too late, son. Sale for free vertigo without orientation sale for free vertigo without orientation sale for free vertigo without weird lines. Statistically speaking, engine rich with gasoline the stations the…
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