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  • >short dance for cinnamon

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    July 11, 2010

    Joseph M. Gerace

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  • >pop song > painting

    >improperly framedthe transparent glass panebrushes against its own infertilitythe director’s proclivity forcarnassial misdirection into the soft sand beneath Pfeiffer Beach with a waterworn wandthe director…

    July 3, 2010

    Joseph M. Gerace

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  • >the real wet pussy

    >I saw you last nightpast the panning red light. Technology has advancedbeyond the declining limitsof one woman’s humble, earnestpotential. Relax. I did not set a…

    July 1, 2010

    Joseph M. Gerace

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  • >062520102049; List #1; for thoughts on the diction of Oates & Hemingway

    >Second-story visionBlacktop, parking lotOne hand wipes east Fingers wing-wideBlack ink, sure bordersObscured vehiclesA clear, steady languageHis smileNot her frown, but her collected composureFolk shield their…

    June 26, 2010

    Joseph M. Gerace

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  • >from ‘new haircut, tits and a cheese danish’

    >”Poppy orange, pollen yellow bounce aboutBeside my table, bending, bent, scoop up the babesBrowned, begging-to-be-unbound breasts all but roll out Here golden baubles rule toward,…

    June 23, 2010

    Joseph M. Gerace

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  • >060220101043, Illogical Composure, or War Metaphors are Useful

    >if everything is nothing then nothing is everything if every nothing is a something then every something is a nothing or if some nothing is an everything…

    June 23, 2010

    Joseph M. Gerace

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  • >wet pussy

    > i’m  i’m  i’m i’mi’m i’m sure you’re tryingor have triedso much depends on tense (you were or are) But, i’m  i’m  i’m i’mi’m i’m…

    June 14, 2010

    Joseph M. Gerace

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  • >why do women paint beaches on their nails?

    >You arrive like a brittle breeze at the dongan hills train stationWeighing 225, working scratch-off ticket No. 1Head bowed in your chest, producingA spare pack…

    June 11, 2010

    Joseph M. Gerace

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  • >improv for dfw, tbots, p 38, 060720102133

    >When you say ‘heavy,’ Davidyou don’t mean possessing great weight, though you do speakof gravity. The noisy birdsflung from the tree’s branch I have only…

    June 8, 2010

    Joseph M. Gerace

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  • >sketch for Noah #1 (060620101037)

    >as the fat cat, tastyfish & cold cracked mountainrears on his bulbous ball jointbelly, rakes his soft clawless pawsahead ears, abreast eyes he laughs, blind.…

    June 7, 2010

    Joseph M. Gerace

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