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  • sense memory no. 1 [revision, 082320121822]

    suddenly the sweetness of some fruit i can’t recall memory’s maw models some flowery drupe, not a mango spread across a lisp thin wheat its…

    August 23, 2012

    Joseph M. Gerace

    literature, love, magic, poetry, sex, Uncategorized
    fingers, fruit, poem, poetry, sense, sensuality, taste, tongue
  • American Sentence, No. 3

    White whirring fan blades, waves of passing cars, then one idiot whistling.

    August 22, 2012

    Joseph M. Gerace

    Uncategorized
  • American Sentence, No. 2

    Foolish not to sleep when God is watching like Kilroy out in the bush.

    August 22, 2012

    Joseph M. Gerace

    Uncategorized
  • American Sentence, No. 1

    Keep out from under the bed — dust, spiders — wonderful to hide, really.

    August 22, 2012

    Joseph M. Gerace

    Uncategorized
  • sense memory no. 1 [revision, 082120121512]

    suddenly the sweetness of some fruit i can’t recall memory’s maw models some flowery drupe, a mango spread across a lisp thin wheat the saccharine…

    August 21, 2012

    Joseph M. Gerace

    food, literature, lost, memory, passion, poem, poetry, sweetness, taste
  • Interrobang — Page 11, Line 11, Part 1

    So many lovers loved built up into careful bedside stacks — which to read first, which to repeat “According to what has ended up inside it,”…

    August 20, 2012

    Joseph M. Gerace

    art, bra, charles bernstein, devils, fashion, kim addonizio, lenny bruce, literature, love, poems, poetry, reading, sex
  • uproariously disappointing

    August 15, 2012

    Joseph M. Gerace

    abortion, dancing, desktop, drugs, gun control, happiness, legalized confabulation, lit, literature, money, poem, poetry, process, secrets to my success, sex
  • why i wondrously’t

    i canonicalize’t lethe your winnipeg youthfully’ll lettering it go to youngstown hearsay it mightiest raincoats i’m justices tiredly of talking i’d feeds siciliana instituted i’m…

    August 6, 2012

    Joseph M. Gerace

    Uncategorized
  • why i won’t

    i can’t let you win you’ll let it go to your head it might rain i’m just tired of talking i’d feel sick inside i’m…

    August 6, 2012

    Joseph M. Gerace

    Uncategorized
  • lenny bruce tattoo v5 [08062012]

    I time fogs a feather in her handwriting faintly  beneath the surface of the mirror … secondhand smiles dribble down my chin but the look…

    August 6, 2012

    Joseph M. Gerace

    Uncategorized
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