Superior Temporal Sulcus

Wikipedia Poem, No. 531

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“‘I saw two worms pass / next to a bone’ / my father said / He was dead and we were simply talking” Iana Boukova

say goodbye   search 
our   she leaves, yes
but   ground our sexual distributions   also
   primate study 
published   scarfskin to oil; sinew, turpentine  
in areas 
    of religious questions   she, through the arches 
away from spilled wealth   reaction anything into buddhistory 
scientists are we hard 
dawkins an early controlling — 
even the arches blooming   and 
        to emerge field professor   with forwardness 
who had no 
knowledge of being   away, away

      — 73 percent of australia’s territory — more 
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         than x two million 
a single copy of 
      square million square million   shift
shift      work is best when artwork 
square   spaces of otherness
is done
         million 
      i cease 
          square million square   distant annealing horizon
   to existence; 
million square million square 
candle light reaching into her   you can   me, suddenly lipidinous
million   hungering
      record
      square million 
snippets   try to write her name with dark
     people
middle 
      the mountains of    energy shivers
class stupidity like neon cherries hang from what once was a piece
  the mountains 
tree like neon cherries
          of australia's
hang 
from 
       a pear tree

Night Arching Womb

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Neutral Reaction, Joseph M. Gerace, 65 x 36 in., 2015

Chuck Close
look down down down
a second simply layer
photorealism
Murphy Oil Soap
at reality masterfully 
aftermarket wheels
a precise daub of Reynolds Wrap
works on John
a vaseline claw 1992
grasps a brush impossibly
spring clamp reference 
stone triangles — first feathers 
& then — god
no art without
stone god the palette, 
the scale, the carousel
counteroffensive rather
than approaching his point
from a theoretical perspective —

Now, here, upon the Donald Trump
of night arching, arching, gray then black
with phallic observations, a widening womb
tribal almost organic as in seeing 
for the first time a psychedelic intoxicant
metadata: the hand that colossal wreck, bound them.