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Tag: acid
Forbidden Planet with Drooping Almonds
Wikipedia Poem, No. 448
pupils big as street lamps warming up an attack of white iron radiator hiss father by the ramparts that bed remember beside a white work truck his bed inside the white iron radiator his left earlobe — tall field that rampart save mending in forbidden planet with almonds drooping an albino peacock over a small sweet lamp warming his father's long their bed beside the white work truck one hit of cedarview avenue please behind the suburburating forbidden planet with almonds drooping for black holes near station square and elian gonzalez like diogenes' razor-cut baseball fields the pigeons and buskers take what they are given and smile arguing in their bed beside the white iron radiator his father's long white work truck tells me one hit of bart simpson acid — $8 hours later nyu and extensively freckled downtown traffic masturbating into catcalling father's long white iron radiator his left earlobe — tall sweet lamps warming an exotic species mending over a small field that abuts pigeons and overwhelming my maturity overwhelming in his bed beside whiteness stone-cut blondeness hair gelled up to an insignificant slope the pigeons overwhelming are not validated by their quantity but rather long white iron radiators of their fathers long white pupils big as big street lamps warming overwhelming into catcalls scott pulls me one hit of weird whiteness stone-cut blonde hair gelled into his left earlobe — a tall field of rather long whiteness dotted with elian gonzalez or masturbing the size of an insignificant slope at the pigeons and extensively freckled up albino peacock glassine overwhelming albino peacock glassine over a small suburban-side hit of bart simpson acid — $8 college freshmen and albino peacocks glassine overwhelming in his left ear — lobes of tall stone that abut the palatial valley at their bedside of white iron radiator hiss they save me one hit at a time an attack of whiteness a jello-cut baseball sweet lamps warming for black of weird white iron his father's long whiteness stone-cut blonde hair gelled up like an albino peacock glassine over the small field that ramparts they save money by drooping in their beds beside one hit of white pupils big as big as street lamps warm the pigeons above and my maturing in his left earlobe — tall fields mend ramparts drooping not of this valley at the pigeons on the white iron radiator in his father's white work truck
Interstitial Zoning Laws (The Troubling Realities of)
Wikipedia Poem, No. 432
abuts their bed beside white work truck to the suburbanating hiss they save mend drooping their father's along their bed beside bart simpson acid — $8 hours later here again nameless women collage freshmen a still-exotic species to them mend drooping their father's longing their bed beside of cedarview avenue sticky bits behind their bed beside white iron radiator his left earlobe sells me one hit of cedarview avenue behind their bed beside bart simpson acid — $8 hours later here again nameless women college freckled a pigeon diamond and buskers argue on behalf of their father's long established theism
Wikipedia Poem, No. 363
into catcalling downtown traffic
or masturbating on cedarview avenue
behind their bed on a white work truck
to the pigeons and buskers arguing
an attack holes in their bed on white iron radiators
they save me one hit of
white work truck offered up to the pigeons
and tugging an attack hole
their bed on whiteness stone-cut blonde
hair gelled up an albino peacock
glassine overwhelming his father’s long
white iron radiators they save me
one hit from a white work truck
to the fore of whiteness stone-cut
blonde hair gelled up an albino peacock
glassine overwhelming into catcalls now
Wikipedia Poem, No. 244
to work with poetry less denotes an assumption associated with this way from this and that and intuit social differences—manage this manage that do what is true for everyone or for no one or for everyone but I think really disappoint them their demand social poetry gets you internal expectation could do to eradicate difference— poems achieve really disappoint main demands don't say good poems do what is true for everyone or for no one but this is true for everyone or for everyone or for everyone or for everyone or forget everyone or predict nothing in the second person
Source: Clune, Michael. The hatred of poetry: An interview with Ben Lerner. The Paris Review, 30 June 2016. Web. 2 July 2016.