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American Sentence, No. 4

You can’t excerpt it nor find it in a Google search, now scratch your arm.

November 19, 2012

american sentence, beat poetry, bones, heaven, internet, not being able to identify that one instrument anymore, skin, terrible smells

improv for bernie, 111820121309 [draft1]

The thing is wide & white But bearing a ring of amber Which carries across memory _like a whisper-washed hair or Blade, but I think back on her question And yes, I am killing myself adoringly Melting my body to the mat For this knuckle of pint. When I think Of her the follies rise,…

November 18, 2012

Joseph M. Gerace

poetry

bad poetry, best thanksgiving eve parties, boats, care bears, caring, dare, dating, draft, drugs, expensive collectible trinkets, gaming, health, internet, journal, kitchen sinks, liquor, literature, love, nature, ode, poem, poems, poetry, reality, self-destruction, self-loathing, special attention from the FBI, tags, transportation, verse, videogames, whimpers

Painting with Dim Light

III How do we adjust For the right leg Shorter, so We fear The men limping toward the blaring shore Except those Who do not They skim thin-edged along And do not. II Command: Don’t tweak or complicate What do we carry to our thanksgiving? What do we parcel away? Carve lines straight and strong…

November 15, 2012

Joseph M. Gerace

poetry

adrian toomine, barnes & noble, brief sexual encounters with spare change, cheap fabric, comics, dead friends, death, denim, eggs, existentialism, language, limping, literature, ocean, old ladies, owen wilson, poem, poems about dinosaurs, poet, poetry, romance, shoes, speech, water, words, words i didn’t use

how the locksmith helped, draft 102120120753

you locked the door behind, you what else could i do? you were young, i wanted more. in his suicide note K dreamed about Freddie — admired, envied — never locked their door. silent, wind and highway light crawling sharp, i remember you mad against the white brick wall posed as imperfection. i had the…

October 24, 2012

Joseph M. Gerace

poetry

brick wall, cars, draft, fashion, fear, halloween, journal, life, literature, manipulation, men, plot, poem, poet, poetry, revenge, self-help, suicide note, therapy, transportation, women, writing, zine

how the locksmith helped, draft 102120121741

you locked the door behind you what else could i do? you were young, i wanted more. in his suicide note K dreamed about Freddie — admired, envied — never locked silence then, wind and highway lights crawling now i remember you posing against painted brick wall posed as imperfection i had the locksmith come…

October 21, 2012

Joseph M. Gerace

poetry

draft, fashion, fear, journal, life, literature, manipulation, plot, poem, poet, poetry, revenge, self-help, therapy, women, writing, zine

One Long Fucking Question for Michael Robbins

What I’ve learned about long walks of course Was taught by the whiskers of a reservation man Lashing a horse Sterile tracts of pale kentucky blue grey shale Don’t take them Or take them seldom by mail Stretching out like a dying dog between The pickets and Queen Anne For a loss They can’t Be…

October 19, 2012

Joseph M. Gerace

poetry

advice, Alien vs. Predator, apple, architecture, college, depression, drinking, fealty, horses, independent, ipod, journal, literature, Michael Robbins, nature, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poets, self-destruction, self-doubt, self-help, technology, walking, writing, zine

American Womanhood

i see her sipping tea she wants to write the Great American Joke Book about consumerism sour-milk yellow sniffling yolk but they get in the way the hardcover wesleyan in a cable-knit sweater the canadian monthly masked in a methylin-soaked love letter hands up baby hands up “But if I said it was the only…

October 2, 2012

Joseph M. Gerace

poetry

blood, brick, canada, chemistry, comedy, consumerism, demo, democracy, economics, economics of the mind, economics of the word, jokes, journal, literature, men, poems, poetry, poets, practical jokes, purchasing power, rain, tires, women, writing

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it’s not enough to be clever; each little sound byte performance padded; deeper philosophies cold, carrying scaly sustenance; what is a poem if not a poem; a hard tea-thin blade dimpling the pink precious flesh of yr mother’s throat oh to bring her back; oh to save her; a poem —

September 29, 2012

Joseph M. Gerace

poetry