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Cosmopolitan Bias

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Wikipedia Poem, No. 570

“tip of finger moist from eye fluids deep breath mucus expulsion via spit deep breath yawn eyes view sky getting darker upper teeth bite outside of lower lip” Kenneth Goldsmith
the 
      forest
          thick 
with 
dread
cut by compulsive slashes
bearing no 
particular 
          reward
through the forest
thick about hunger
         masturbation
    nation
online 
video games
reading 
about hunger
   masturbation 
of crackling 
      wilderness
       a dozen cups 
of crackling no 
          particular 
    reward
    through 
the forest
     except forest
      think 
         of a dread 
wilderness
       a dozen cups 
of crackling no 
    particular reward
through the 
       forest
    except 
forest
except hunger
masturbation   
of 
  crackling wilderness
a dozen cups of 
       crackling about 
        hunger
         masturbation
online video games
read
    cut by compulsive slashes
         bearing no particular reward
through the 
forest
    except forest
except 
games
      about wilderness
a dozen cups of crackling 
wilderness
a dozen 
cups of
      eating with dread 
   wilderness
       a dozen cups of coffee
    eating hunger
masturbation 

of crackling 
wilderness
        a dozen cups of crackling wilderness
a dozen cups of 
         resource 
      rich 
      clientelistic nations 
of crackling 
wilderness
      a 
  dozen 
       cups of 
          coffee
    eating the wilderness of
       a dozen 
    cups of crackling slashes
bearing 
no particular reward
through 
  the 
      forest
thick with 
dreading 
no 
        particular reward
through the 
forest
       think about hunger
      masturbation 
of 
coffee
        eating about 
video games
reading wilderness
        in a 
          dozen cups 
of coffee
eating no particular 
        forest
          think 
with dread
      of cuts by 
compulsive slashes
   bearing wilderness
      a 
       dozen cups of crackling coffee
   without dread
would you
crackling 
cups of no reward
          through 
dissolution 

particular reward
through the 
      forest
        except forest
       thick without hunger

“What Rings But Can’t Be Answered” by Rebecca Lindenberg

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You are beautiful as a telephone, colors
of bone, rocket ship, and cocktail lounge—

Hmm, says the neon sign, starting
an unfinishable thought.

Where do we go from here?

I’m a balloon,
each minute you don’t call is a breath
you blow into me.

I want to be the crackers in your soup,
I want to be your brass compass. Oh, mister,
just thinking about you curls the ends of my hair.

The clock tisk-tisks.

Moon, you old spinster, don’t you mock me
with your pockmarks and your slow, slow travels.

Moon, what would you know, cold as cheese?

Hmm. Tisk-tisk.

Behind a far-off door, a thought about me is being formed
out of nothing but light.

And when that phone does ring—

from “Love, An Index” by Rebecca Lindenberg

Wikipedia Poem, No. 388

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   perfect 
         new 
evening not 
  cracked 
        open in the maté  
        and why? 

   probably it backs into this 
       poem is his 
          catch his poem is 
       safe from couples 
        swallowing will not crack open 
on a pier 
at noon 
in the maté grass

and prepared to toss it back 
in maine i worry that perhaps 
the sitcom couples swallowing leak lemony acid 
all 
over 
my powerful tongue 
    perhaps 
    the maté 
         grass and a blur i know brazilian 
         jiu jitsu i am probably 
safe from couples swallowing 
lemony acid all 
      over my 
perhaps

Dennis Doherty

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Everything
Have I seen you bikini'd?
The air solidifies around the sound
Of your waxed body     A love song 


Yes
The men smoldering on the sidewalk
Have a conversation about Hades 
Reduced to vapor     Southwest Virginia


Nothing
Encasement of cultural cache in nylon
Tied in a neat knot between keen
Shoulder blades      Pale duvet on fire

Wikipedia Poem, No. 329

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“…there are too many supermarkets, with too many cashiers.” Mark Halliday
          passion passion passion passion passion 
      passion 
          passion 
latin a hostile sense
passion passion 
      passion passion passion passion passion passion passion passion passion passion 
    passion passion 
passion 
        passion 
passion passion passion 
passion passion passion passion passion passion 
      passion passion passion passion 
   passion passion passion passion passion passion 
passion passion passion passion 
passion 
         passion passion 
passion passion 
passion 
passion passion passion passion passion 
anti breathes anemos 
  passing passion passion passion passion 
passion passion passion 
passion passion

Wikipedia Poem, No. 302

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      instinct is 
      even 
      as pale 
 
         and more 
a 
       compact 
history of ideas 
unreason 
up allreading 

   they identially sic exist
you're spoken in rough 
found history what has ambition 
       yet must and may

and later
         bolted to 
submissionships that recur the river 
headline situations 
are a cheap comparison

Source:

Wikipedia Poem, No. 271

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“now and again to lay / one hand on a warm brick // and touch the sun’s ghost / with economical joy,” Adrienne Rich

 

asymmetry kanso the irregular
simplifies in one fluid expressive
tranquil kanso simplifies the circle

a disciplined creative non practice
of calligraphy once used forms
platos perfect objective strength

elegance mind incomplete
and the former a case of character
allowing reason toward brushstroke

why apply sumi-e enclosed in might
the man is born perfect dies perfect

practice of
drawn horses
encase the brush

Source:

  • Rich, Adrienne. “Necessities of Life.” Collected Poems: 1950-2012. , 2016. Print. Page 167.