Tag: addiction

Modern Parenting Poem

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Cardinal feeding utility flag drummers and drunks oversimplify flesh the meat the spirit the soul everything i’ve learned about writing taught by drum and drink control yourself you will be free of mother nature calm down the copper knife at the back of your throat offers itself as relentlessness of the order that ought to chill a complicated relationship with beauty in the age of attention o gag reject to reject the reject who for so long you’d been looking for through the intended ai of the antediluvian injury and free now that you’re wise outside time as a broken window who beloved escapes the flipped hgtv home to lean on the car and drop its acid values and smoke through the stethoscope to the heartbeat of a hedgehog you’ve learned to love and keep close to your heart you are an awning now a father.

A Peaceable Rallying Cry for Needly Introverts (Chaotic Good Song)

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Wikipedia Poem, No. 848

staccato dreams the floor
stop running a
terrible day’s behind

incessant crickets
most nights aerosol
whispers i need you more

students chore the choice
to eat the minute hand
off a grandfather clock

inhale
expansion
lock to explosion

like that
grandfather
clock

like that
snore to lock
then leaving you more

students stop touching
your beard welcome to aching
the terrible day behind

incessant
crickets
drink the night

hornecke’s first ever
belt driven
jerk-off factory

est. 2018
loose jam
invades staccato dreams

the floor
stop touching you scream
aerosol whispers
from staccato beliefs
stop arching your beard
welcome bee to a terrible light

incessant aerosol crickets
whisper knights
i fright you more

students made that choice
to eat the minute hand
of a grandfather

inhale
expansion
then run

Second Person (after Martin Ott)

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Hold X. You, everlasting, fall into the voidheavy abyss. No?

To me at least the monsters perfect themselves
by knowing every color in the crayon box.
Certainty. Statistically ineffable erasures
graze out among the butter green mean of grasses
weeds and plants indigenous to a given area
over geologic time, available for a limited time only
— is what you mean — in loot boxes. Your children’s
shimmer, blast anatomy, orbit of faeries, featherfrost.
All tooth. All esophagus. Yada yada yada. All asshole.

A Long Poem Inspired by Days of Overeating Metaphor

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Wikipedia Poem, No. 596

“I’ve given this coldness many names / thinking if it had a name it would have a solution” Kaveh Akbar

  nor is not its
     reader   nor is not its reader   a politician's slight to create a god
if they weren't given here   men are taught to create a god
if the roots of which i am so enamored poet
      of
the you the famous
poem is not this condition is not this condition is your lips offer up
a mouthful of hand like an acrobat part you when the poem
is guaranteed in this condition is you in the you
         in the you in the poet of him again his condition is not popular
your lips of the you in they weren't given here   men are taught of
the you in this condition is
not everyone knows the poem is not its reader   nor is not its reader
nor is pleasure guaranteed
      in the
you in the room and which i am so enamored poem is you
in the roots offer up a mouthful of
which aggravates an entire season
of
the poem is not its reader   a
  politician's slight of the poem is
         not
this condition is not this condition is not this condition
is not
      its reader   nor is not its reader   nor is you guaranteed
sitting on the roots of which i am so enamored poem is not its
reader   nor is guaranteed
        in the famous poet of sand   even here   men are taught to create
a god if you wish aggravation   an acrobat
      parts
you in the ways given here
men are taught to create a
god if the roots offer up a mouthful of him
again imagine you in the room   an entire season of pear trees
everyone knows the roots
of which aggravates
an acrobat parts   you room and aggravate
an acrobat part you of whom i am so enamored this poem is not its reader
nor is it a lover   nor is it guaranteed   in you the room
like an entire season of sand
everyone knows the poet
who is not a reader  nor is guaranteed in the roots
offer up a mouthful of the room which aggravates
an acrobat part of you in the room and which aggravates
an acrobat part your lips
of the room and like an acrobat part you the poem is not its reader
nor is guaranteed in the popular you the room and
which aggravates an entire season
of sand   everyone knows the room
and like an entire season of which aggravates an
acrobat part your lips offer up a mouthful of the poem is not
        the famous poem is not
this condition is not its reader
    a
     politician's slight
to
create a god if the popular
you in they weren't given here   men are taught
to
create a god if they weren't given here
     men are taught to create a god if the your lips offer up a mouthful of
which aggregates   an
entire season of aggravates

 

Poem

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now outside are scary things
out there children play
other bells ring out then
cease with mouths and thin skin
everything with clout is immediate and
blood waits for a bout below layers of paper

my dog watches a goldfinch
with her nose she cries
and whines complains
or does not understand the screen
a hinge creaks between
her wet nose in here and her memory
of sprinting
of the dry grass
on her brown back
of the unexpected
pizza crust she looks into me

with the excited eyes of a middle-aged
woman who in 2017 bravely enrolls
in an online poetry course
the TA refuses to insist
Frank O’Hara’s Personal Poem
has nothing to do with her
racial hangups he lost

his sobriety and everything
is unshakably out of control.

Wikipedia Poem, No. 401

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think got drink
got drink got had
totalitarian-type and said

decide to rush back
which i didn’t
think i got a drink

got drunk i had a charley
low and sad said how do you know
she whores

i had a chance to decide
tonight be a sucker doll
where thru the railroad earth

they’re looking at me
where money said oolyakoo
with me i think i had a charley

low in fact bought fit to be tied to decide
to rush back a tide which i didn’t know do you
know she whores

i had earth to fight be thunk got drunk on drink
got high too high
had a charley low-type think

decided to rush back with the tide
which i didn’t think about
i got the drink got the drink

the drink got me had a charley
low and said hi how do you do she
whored a chance to decide—

tonight sucker doll
we’re thru

railroad earth there looking at me
money and oolyakoo with peace

in the big think i had a cherry garnish in fact
bought a try a ticket to ride to rush back in

with the tide which i didn’t do you
know she whored while i earthed the fight

Wikipedia Poem, No. 273

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“A fortnight later, sense a single man / upon the trampled scene at 2 a.m. / insomnia-plagued, with a shovel / digging like mad, Lazarus with a plan / to get his own back, a plan, a stratagem / no newsman will unravel.” Berryman

        loss 
and 
        small feathers 

their absence a feature 
secondary to feather quills 
and knobs 

  in larger speakers quill knowledge 
          regulatory effects loss and
      the secondary feather distribution 

directs 
     complete understanding six low 
papillae on the quill knobs en volant 

     birds display 
variable cooption this spaced 
feathers and that of the rapport 

in cathers 
    to cally this  
   leaded life 

the and the only meeting
reincarnated in return 
      religiously simplistic movements 

the same the moment
    the view of 
      the feathers limited 

that 
          their absence 
is of right addition 

the secondary feathered 
         posterior so
of

Sources:

  • Berryman, John. “Op. posth. no. 14” The Dream Songs. New York: Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 1982. Print. Page 106.
  • Turner, Alan H., Peter J. Makovicky, and Mark A. Norell. “Feather Quill Knobs in the Dinosaur Velociraptor.” Science 317.5845
  • “Who are the Cathers?” sullivan-county.com. n.d. Web. 6 Aug. 2016.

wikipedia poem, no. 40

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       habit
        It may be safe 
       or 
designed to 
  know 
      tech safety
this includes what 
        is 
         not possible to 
know
 
your 
abuser 
	might not be dangerous is likely
      yooking and 
an   internet cafe
      if possible use your activities
If 
         yooking 
      of private 
          you think your 
every move   You don’t need 
to know you’re
    not possible, please do 
it 
      in the
       internet cafe
if you use 
your private life you die
    if 
       possible to assist advocate 
your 
life
          If possible 
        please story 
social stickets too in a public library via the “footprints” of 
         private  
       healthy 
     deletion
         or even
reading about
      your feelings and the 
money 
        can story 
if one 
can 
escape plan 
looking 
       the safe one 
    partners with equality
the interested friend’s house
     or 
an abusive while 
with 
skills to chat or clear 
  you may become
       while regularly 
  money can 
      do 
it 
       for your partner 
does not equal the two 
of 
you both 
      sex 
gifts 
all the footprints
real stickets 
behaviors 
that you send for sides 
  when most people computer 
compliment
      
The 
    Silent to 
     call kinds of 
       work 
      on your 
   life.

If you exit with 
          your 
compromise you can escape playing 
money 
can be safe you design or 
begin totally to 
      make web-based phone 
     games 
          are someone’s 
   complex plea for help or help 
      determining act like think 
you to this into 
it and become 
          violent or everything

Nacre Ode [draft]

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let’s lie
in the top left corner
you will see this sun rise
one you could not license

licorice diamond the lady reaching
waves of her lysergic arm one to brace another
column of instead a list of historical events hysterical
lucy against the unbottled still morning air hips lips lost

lyrics careworn Theberton Hoof a gamers eve and tossed
in the bard’s hearth in the bad thrasher in the raga man a lyric
whence bank the bottle bears its beggar up from the mirth of brake
staring at the rising choice we bare to falsify ourselves our harmless hearts.