advice
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Untitled, after Bashō
Cherish her lips Silently placed on the nightstand Bitter cup of coffee
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Punchline
“I am often asked why I write, and I don’t know really—I just want to.” John Ashbery in The Paris Review
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Moyecques
The super ball is a comet rips through passive air. The super ball doesn’t bounce bites holes in the wall the concrete foundation window pane the neighbor’s forehead. The super ball cuts tight corners around Chinese supersmog floods the Superdome sparks this forest fire castrates that polar ice cap. The super ball is a nuclear…
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wikipedia poem, no. 3
yuan base account of the renminbi kuai modern, foreign—official land ROYAL film, television, though blind in one eyea photograph of an elementary school teacher shooting as a hobbyhis first test: purchase two Americans, two Europeans, fashion a mademoiselle, commute with minimal renminbi four miles between Los Angeles and New York. Photograph the first celebrity—Albert Brooks eating…
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Today’s Aphorism
It is not enough to write, you must revise;It is not enough to love, you must compromise.
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experimental meditation poem, no. 1
I lost it what is it objects mean where is it happening what him her shrinking away from the window what does it mean him her you keep saying it but what does it mean him her him her him 1,000,000 miles away closer closer closer closer closer a million miles away just stayed away…
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One Long Fucking Question for Michael Robbins
What I’ve learned about long walks of course Was taught by the whiskers of a reservation man Lashing a horse Sterile tracts of pale kentucky blue grey shale Don’t take them Or take them seldom by mail Stretching out like a dying dog between The pickets and Queen Anne For a loss They can’t Be…
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super villain, no. 1 [draft]
Firstly, I’m begging— please stop —Let’s settle this: I’ve done nothing With my life &Deserve no thickly patAcross a hunched back Ten fingers, ten toesLove music, hate snowMiddle class, average nose So, quit it with the praise.Here’s my escape plan — no matter how bad it seemsfor me, hold the ambulances: [090320122231]
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untitled, 082620120512
keep yr both heels lifted high above yr head work is, we’re all sure, a poor excuse for rules mercy pockets burglar tools but stalks from door to door hopeful wields a rented ford and searches for a little more in spite of the police reports neither will be seen or caught.
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