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New Jersey Poem
Wikipedia Poem, No. 529
“Penelope knows by now … / the earth isn’t flat / and men sometimes get lost” Chloe Koutsoumbeli (trans. A.E. Stallings)
decade
playing
again
i must
love
this liquid game be
cause i’m playing again
stomach i remember
my
body hello i
am
down here
on vacation
chaos
result
its my baby
to
ruin
those perfect teeth
ignored bull you
wouldn’t
want to
ruin
those
perfect teeth
you
wouldn’t want to
put
the baby to ruin
you wouldn’t want to sleep
so
i can party
sweet
soluble carbohydrates
a handmade moser crystal
old-fashioned glass
the baby
at ruin
those perfect teeth
ignored
bull
you wouldn’t want
that
David Lynch (Was Briefly on Tinder)
Wikipedia Poem, No. 503
“To keep silent and act wise—still not as good as drinking sake, getting drunk and weeping” Ōtomo no Tabito
attached via ligaments
the helmsman who
helped your mother
into her tail for centuries
pairs off domestic pigeons
to brake and steer men
with vast attachments
to long lost lovers
lynch does the same
packing each scene
with centuries of fat and muscle
which formerly surrounded buried bones
the helmsman has rectrices
and is absent from the song’s brief, luminous life
Agnes Martin
“I don’t believe in masculine or feminine art. … The men are gone.” Agnes Martin
long-legged myotis
qui gatta ci cova opinion one
pale yellow ray of scapulae
Poetess
if one would iridesce greed one
two three patterns emerge
one skin of ochre
two blood like blood
three one can do nothing to
embrace one’s poetess
hang a snare one two three
from the nose of a fox one two three
what awaits one there one
spiked leather collar two
three a black vinyl dress
one’s beard dewless skin
covered in iridian mess
Wikipedia Poem, No. 267
“On the wall is a spot: the painter sneezed / … or dirt, / or is it a cousin back from the dead / yearning to touch brows. / The spot is not monochrome; red is with that gray. / It is … a cell beset by virus. / Really, I don’t know. So much business thins me out. / And now voices approach: they are spheres, textured.” Kleinzahler
direct pinesap sunlight sight recede
fundament unnerving receiver
function over fabrication consider this
future clasping scales study and synprecept
rich woodland sights sunlight retractable specific-
developed neuroscientific union
of committee glans stretch the canyon tip
commonly suggests 95 percent in utero make art
in utero enhanced thought through thunder
between metonymy and metaphor innervated mucous memory
‘s saprophyte defaces coin retractable specific
developing through time with wine considered raceme
retractable boy fairly stretchable roots of pine and oak
man fairly stretchable specific developed analyses suspend mental
syntheses overstimulates unfastening copper cage door
Source: Kleinzahler, August. “The Interior Decorator on Sunday.” Live from the Hong Kong Nile Club: Poems, 1975-1990. New York: Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2000. Print. Page 31.
Wikipedia Poem, No. 210
“comparable to a worm / under a high heel / and not to a teacup / on a turning table” Ghérasim Luca
ones mouth medicates
from the anterior portion
like a buds branch
distorted with albuterol
and alpha lipoic acid
a cause for terminal taste
zinc supplements alter
the patients therapeutic process
a complete lack of causes
with albuterol and zinc
a distinct lack of saliva
up to ones neck in pilocarpine
chorda tympani built then by taste
cells cooperate with posterior portions
of short-term container synapses
a single mouthful composed
on the permanence of a cavity
thin shapes on the back of the tongue
Source:
- “Dysgeusia.” Wikipedia. N.p.: Wikimedia Foundation, 20 May 2016. Web. 27 May 2016.
Wikipedia Poem, No. 132
pusha t & kenny g i saw what i saw at the new museum while arranging tea that she side of a ride she adds the hole unplugs a baguette places she her who both traditional and a woman a baguette rubs a plastic container was i always looking for a father when i -- bottle spurts from play bottle spurts from place her head a sketch romance woman in the video licks video femme fatales reading the depictions and the woman in her legs the piece of her liquid bottle spurts from a traditional sexual slavery light readings sugar a performance Donegan gags catches milk in her legs and lip gloss and unplugs a study of the 1970s licks the woman catches a piece a girl a saddle
Sources: - “Cheryl Donegan.” Wikipedia. N.p.: Wikimedia Foundation, 21 Dec. 2015. Web. 5 Feb. 2016. - Donegan, Cheryl. “Head.” Vimeo, 16 Dec. 2010. Web. 7 Feb. 2016. - Donegan, Cheryl. "Poets meeting, Kenny G and Pusha T" Instagram, Dec. 2015. Photograph. 7 Feb. 2012.
wikipedia poem, no. 13
i was there beside you, warm but it wasn’t enough, something warm pulling apart my skin there, they fell like paint peeling off store-bought canvas they fell we fell and now they stand, broken—bottled—in opposition to something fallen and warm for themselves, only, for what else is there but life? a hat, cracking concrete, drinking the fountain of these fonts, so righteous, standing back to back like crimefighters guns drawn, guns drawn, guns drawn against the sunrise.
