Ten Red Bowls

Wikipedia Poem, No. 805

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Joseph M. Gerace is a poet who send you scheduled to get it out too much is a poet a shower to get you a check for the latest I can get you know that the more on the most important one and sister and I hope your mind let you think you can do the deposit? Josep. Gerace is a poet a shower and I will had then I get you doing then I get a shower to get you as the money for you doing at this a poet who is a poet who is a poet who is a poet who like today remember two are you can do the car and let you know if I can do the other one office today remember two are you a check for your mom and how more on thing the apocalypse the o

Joseph M. Gerace is a poet who be atmosphere a while now that funny and I don’t want one office to get you scheduled to come home home home home home home home home back turnaround the atmosphere on my favorite people same time as soon with the latest I can do the atmosphere of ther is a poet who is a poet who like to get you doing to the other one of my call when I get you. Josepou this one of my wife and what want for you and the atmosphere for you doing the job for you a check for tomorrow but yeah I’m not a shower to come home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home

Joseph M. Gerace is a poet who other plants. Joseph M. Gerace is a poet who is a poet who is a poet who I will had the heart. Joseph M. Gerace is in touch is a poet who is a poet and get you. Joseph M. Gerace is a poet like today goes one office today goes on my favorite people say thing to come home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home home back to have you a check for the day and what everything was good and I will be heart. Josep. Gerace is a poet who like to get a shower and the atmosphere and to see the cost important one of my favorite plants

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Self-Service Self-Help Poem

Wikipedia Poem, No. 793

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I’m very suspicious of our inherited kinds of science, its masculist authority and righteous will to power and fixed meanings.” Carolee Schneemann

         financially except 
for 
    a lucky few poets 
         unlikely 
relationship to 
capitalism or perhaps 
  the moon

 

After Reading Henri Cole

Wikipedia Poem, No. 793

doves

to form a barrier form a barrier
infect fissile shade lie down
don’t break the line
avoid dehydration stretch
allow the journey to ossify
that’s no cheap metaphor
allow experience to turn time to bone
horny layer
that dreamer’s dozen of dead cells
vicious organelles to form a barrier
form a barrier but hold it true

We Collect, Use And Share Information That We Gather About You

Wikipedia Poem, No. 772

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in black
issuing in black
issuing boards

i experience life
tether burden
like concrete balloons
to the concrete sidewalk

i headphone the street
wearing tethers to control
my presence
being a sticky yelp
like the gunpowder salute

headphones attached
to the street wearing
the cross of the earth
around the earth’s voluble neck

headphones attached to the street
wearing the city planning board
one must not avoid choice
if one is to appear present in life

one must not choose
a sticky yelp
like that gunpowder salute

i headphone the street
wearing tumescent presence as a grape
smell violet gunpowder
but one should choose

one should risk choosing

11 Stages of Indecency

Wikipedia Poem, No. 768

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tuono rotto; plateau the indecency for unknowledge; us happy we here necessarily indecent; necessary in the shameful unknown; only when the fifth we thinks us happy us; we as well as willing as witnessed last plateau; appears gross gutter and an unknowledged wellness; as well as we’ll survive the pornographic; this unknowledge make/think; that raw gutter and gutter gross guarantee us happy; tuono rotto.

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Source: “5 Stages of Desires’ Development.” Kabbalah Blog, 19 Aug. 2009.

Please let me sleep

“The bike I was thinking of buying belonged to a friend. Before I could buy it, I crashed on it, riding as a passenger behind my friend, with a beautiful girl squeezed in between us, three on a bike, a Triumph, going far too fast, all of us drunk, around Place de la Concorde, and slipping out of control on the wet cobbles at 4:00 a.m. Pardner, don’t get on a motorcycle with drink in you.” Frederick Seidel

Eventually, a neck without knowing


The only true love is unadorned and personal. Sometimes people listen, sometimes people don’t. All success is anecdotal. Most of what we’re sold is just whistling, neon feces exploding at high speed out of a t-shirt cannon. The habit I work is this: Tune out the negative & trite — pay it no mind. Focus instead on what you love and the things that compel you. Attention is love. You must love.

Self-Portrait (Memnon’s Remix)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 652

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“And look! Memnon has been stolen away and is at the edge of the painting.” Philostratus the Elder

i know what precisely     to say
do i say     a few years back
what's      right and how much of love 
is high cheek bones and how many 
high cheek bones gatherd here        how low
the creek groans      bones and how much left
i felt          the thin cracks in what's right 
and how does algae grow so deeply phonetic
down my chest beauty     when ever 
where ever     i'm not looking at my phone 
am i begging myself    to stay    say a few years 
back    what precisely do i mean or am           
i asking me or am i asking me or am i asking           
my phone when ever i'm right behind myself that's 
how love is high       cheek bones and glass skin 
and how much of love       is deeply photosynthetic 
am i asking          my phone which i am not looking at 
first that master's eyes surrounded by bones and           
how much of love       is a long stemmed wine glass 
there are my high cheek bones love
and how much of love is thin cracks in that master's degree 
eyes surrounded by all the pain out of hand 
i know what precisely do i mean or am i muttering again 
either way i see myself    of course    in my master's eyes 
surrounded by   all the rosette bone algae growing     
so deeply phonetic then i say    a few years worth of 
what's right and yet    look first that's how much is felt 
see the seamouth's signifier   and how much of love is glass thin   
skin cracks    in the long stemmed wine glass        full of saltspit 
there are high cheek bones and then there are high cheek bones
in a low cut white v-neck crawling with algae so deeply photosynthetic 
am   i asking myself or am i       asking me
say a few years go by what precisely do i say then
after a few thin years

 

Here Is Where I Put My Mouth: Munching on the Avant-Garde

Wikipedia Poem, No. 610

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“Writing is the joy when all other joys have failed.” Russell Edson

superfood and the rack     what happened?        
   
sighs three discernible discriminatory criteria: it will take      
precisely inspired futures          used precisely necessarily 
conventions in current conventions in halls             
comparably it transcends current conventions 
claims      richard kostelanetz   in current         criteria: it should 
refer to findings and beliefs 
the term avant-garde refers to its maximum audience
and the secret of current conventions in current practices
it    should     listen to those out for dreg hormones 
the secret         of           current considerable discriminatory criteria: it
    transcends current conventions in comparable   halls   
discriminatory criteria should refer to those out for dreg hormones 
watch out for dreg hormones          the secret of currents 
conventioned hall like other joy is a superfood and the secret 

it should refer to its maximum audience
watch out for forging a path        that happened? sighs the mass 
watch out for dreg hormones three         discriminatory criteria: 

one it should refer to those out       for dreg hormones 
two the secret       of current conventions is another other joy 
three when all other joy is dismissed hell is the pull of the rack             

what happened? sighs transcendent practices
out from behind dreg hormones comes the mass of the mass   
of    the mess        watch out    for the secret of the rack   

what happened? the sighs of the mess locked in our cathedral   
comparable to time find probably it should refer to       itself 
and the secret of convection   in our cathedral     it will take 
other joy where was a superfood    when you so desperately need one