Danger, High Explosives

Wikipedia Poem, No. 869

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More than Suspect 

The oaks are stricken by a serious illness
They dry up after having let go
Into the glow of a sump at sunset
A whole throng of generals’ heads

— André Breton

things are coming
monster too
my stay
we’ll never get things are coming monster too
my stay
we’ll never stars
where done
so i’ve got to have
to have an interesting monster
too

my stay
we’ll never stay

we’ll never stars

if an interesting monster
too
my stars
where done

so i’ve got to have
a permanent
so i’ve
got to give a permanent
so i’ve
got to have a permanent
so i’ve got to have to
have to have an
in-between-
tears

oh dear

that’ll never stars
where don’t have
to have an in-
teresting monster too
my stars
were done

so i’ve chosen to have
an interesting monster too

The Heart Has Seven Miuntes

Wikipedia Poem, No. 442

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after Ron Padgett

bliss pure of minutes seven
woodpecker woody with
minutes seven has heart the
boring never
minutes seven only last you
way the love i
dissipating dust
invisible of clouds and
air the in
lines speed
fast real away
fly and laugh and
person bad a of
head the on
peck you when
woody you love i

seven miuntes of upre bliss
with wdooy wpdooecker
the heart has seven miuntes
never obring
yuo last noly seven miuntes
i love the way
sudt dissipating
adn clsduo of invisible
in the air
pseed lines
away real fast
adn laugh adn fly
of a bad pernos
no the head
when yuo peck
i love yuo wdooy

woody you love i
peck you when
head the on
person bad a of
fly and laugh and
fast real away
lines speed
air the in
invisible of clouds and
dissipating dust
way the love i
minutes seven only last you
boring never
minutes seven has heart the
woodpecker woody with
bliss pure of minutes seven

seven minutes of pure bliss
with woody woodpecker
the heart has seven minutes
never boring
you last only seven minutes
i love the way
dust dissipating
and clouds of invisible
in the air
speed lines
away real fast
and laugh and fly
of a bad person
on the head
when you peck
i love you woody

ssilb erup fo setunim neves
rekcepdoow ydoow htiw
setunim neves sah traeh eht
gnirob reven
setunim neves ylno tsal uoy
yaw eht evol i
gnitapissid tsud
elbisivni fo sduolc dna
ria eht ni
senil deeps
tsaf laer yawa
ylf dna hgual dna
nosrep dab a fo
daeh eht no
kcep uoy nehw
ydoow uoy evol i

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Source: Padgett, Ron. “To Woody Woodpecker.” The Paris Review. N.p., 1986. Web. 05 Apr. 2017.

Interstitial Zoning Laws (The Troubling Realities of)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 432

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“He watches from his mountain walls, / And like a thunderbolt he falls.” Tennyson

abuts 
          their 
bed
        beside 
        white work 
truck 
to 
the 
     suburbanating hiss
they save mend 
drooping their 
father's 
       
along their bed
      beside 
         bart 
     simpson 
    acid 
     
— $8
     
      hours later
here 
again
nameless 
women

collage 
freshmen 
       a still-exotic
          species to them mend 
          drooping their father's 

   longing 
their bed
   beside 
       
of cedarview 
avenue

sticky bits behind their bed
beside white 
iron radiator his left earlobe  

          sells 
me one hit 

of 
    cedarview avenue
         
    behind their 
bed
beside 
       
  bart simpson acid 

— $8
      
          hours later
here again
nameless 
       women

      college 
freckled
       
a 
     pigeon diamond  
    and buskers 

argue on behalf of
      their father's 
          long 
established theism

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Wikipedia Poem, No. 56

“we already guessed / rumor-peddlers”

skkte-skkll

    dash by
          Finger six or  
brims stretching

“You’ll 
  tell 
caught between a detective

    and 
       a dozen floors 
above” A quick suck of her 

       behind
faux wood 
    takiyah lifted back and white and some in the

  minivan  The 
          men then
were 

partially
  Geraceful donned themselves 
        of mine 

hat gnawing a hand-sewn 
snapback 
    and 

        we’ll find here’s the oil-stained 
glass 
   exterior 

    and 
slit her handle 
on book starts 

      to disappear
gnawing posits under the faux wood 
      past Supper 

        we already guessed 
rumor-peddlers Scooby-Doo 
        surreal over-touching

is dead
of cheap plastic hands 
parking at Autosa.
Image

#Mezzotint

lake-louise

Moyecques

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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 bunker buster 
shears around the ears shares killer stories about its time in the Royal Air Force
never barks or shows teeth when I stick to listening or head-gone leave without tipping.

The super ball is grey not gray a dumb way
for a poet to describe anything of such magnitude by
its lack-of-color which some people cannot see or ignore or paint over 
	with all the gravity of a man crushed undone turned inside out by a falling anvil.