Artifacts of Reference, No. 59

Artifacts of Reference, No. 58

Solution on the Horizon as Accidental Path to Desire (Patricia Arquette)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 966

key west sunset birds fate by numbers cavemen

Take a look at the lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man, wonder if he’ll ever know
He’s in the best selling show
Life on Mars

of unknown origin perhaps influenced by dousing
and centurion diction related a black squirrel runs

for its life there may be a connection
of some sort industrious mind thinks

thinks dossen beat forcefully
or lower a sail in haste is recorded

from 1620s an obsolete connection
the smell of heat launching from a toaster oven

waffles exiting to strike punch
which is slang from middle dutch

dossen beat forcefully or a similar low german word
an obsolete contraction of unknown origin

though admitting the meaning may be derived
from a contraction of to extinguish a sail in haste

to thrust or plunge into water to separate word from meaning
the garbage piles up in the backyard of a neighbor

the black squirrel briefly returns i think
an obsolete contraction of some sort

Artifacts of Reference, No. 57

Artifacts of Reference, No. 56

Between Her &

between sky and slick

Reality takes shape in memory alone.

between only, slowly

Let us then approach God’s throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need.

between the fire

Not only is life mostly failure, but in one’s failure or pettiness or wrongness exists the living drama of the self.

between every once

The transaction is sealed; the matter is settled. I, God, have made my choice.

she didn’t mean to say

Plots are for dead people.

this ultraviolet correspondence

Then Jesus was led up by the Spirit into the wilderness to be tempted by the Devil.

she never thought

We’re only certain (“certain only”?) about what we don’t understand.

i loved her then

New Mexico State Gem

What is your name? Never know. Hunched, picked off
a pair’a you—neither crow nor winch. A thing
god backlit in neon after blessing us with neon. And I
know what it means as a poet to carry this heavy basket—faint
mason, invisible stevedore, passage of time, neither good nor right.

I am fearful for firm and misunderstood things—
the spume, smiling inside the gargoyle, cultural forb—
they’re no different as carrion ghouls. Time
has done miserable things with light—he waves no
staff nor hauls no sack of turquoise shards. Quick!

He’s about to make a break for it. He’s about to windlass
Into the clouds, that one’s fancy. The crocodile climbs
many painted ladders. No weighted, pretty purple halos
ringing the eyes of these wordy wraiths—embrace
not knowing your name. I struggle to pull down the old crucifix.

The Inhale (13)

A Memory

for mouths. remember the taste of the burning dollar bill, the mossy ember. the inhale.
meant it differently than the other, but they were both beautiful men with spouts
one poet said, and then as if in response: charnel house, said another. one
search from time to time. in the dark off-ness, what does one find? charnel house
it was somehow meditation. felt nothing searched. still search. we still
die. later, on holly street, i used my hands to break plates against the wall and
why not others were doing it and if a man can — again, why not? and i did not
in relation to every man — an impossible task. when i was thirteen i did a thing because
that makes them special. i of course mean me, but think about my self
state of things the big ones derivative in their not caring much about anything;
i interrupt your regularly scheduled programming to wonder about the current

For Yoame

Wikipedia Poem, No. 964

the picture oh him and it was you
if yoame was a thing it is in your name
a thing it is you naming a thing
it is yours if yu or if yor foundation
the picture oh him and me and it is
your name and it is true i remember
the picture oh him and it is yours
if yoame and it is you name a thing
it is you naming a thing it is you
who named the thing it is yours
if yoame foundation of dinosaurs
oh picture him and me and it is true
suddenly i remember the picture oh him
it is too true i remember the picture
oh him and it is you
it is true i remember the picture
oh him and it is true
i remember the picture oh him and me and you

Nanocard, Nanocrad

Wikipedia Poem, No. 963

Anacoppti, 2019, JMG

the part
two part two
part two part
two different living
two part two
part two different
lifestyles that wants
to excel at living to
pull apart two parts
two different living parts
two parts of myself —
the part two
part two different
living to pull apart
two different living skulls
meat and matchsticks
are you knot coexisting
and matchsticks
are you knot coexistent
and matchsticks are you
knot coexisting and matchsticks
are you knot coexist
and matchsticks
are you a lolorito or a teledji?
new mexico state gemfinder

developed by surrey nanosystems in the world’s black-paint (black
reflections in the world-black vantablack—absorbs 99.9923% of the man owns the poor the world’s blackest blackest blackest black the world’s blackest-blackest —absorbs 99.9923% of 1% or less in the close-range infrared region film‎ the black paint is allowed to be visible