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Coffee Table Poem

September 24, 2018 Joseph M. GeraceLeave a comment

Wikipedia Poem, No. 851

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Cortinarius Claricolor

December 3, 2017 Joseph M. GeraceLeave a comment

Wikipedia Poem, No. 675

lost

title plato
reading erosion
title coiled vibrating string
boy reading how did he hide
so michael keaton in birdman of you
each i’m the wrong person to ask
i don’t actually know the man
i’ve heard his name mentioned in passing
you’d have to know the particulars experience
every idle plot mostly cell phones ever idly plot
circles go on shenanigans hide the title michael
keaton reading nevermore idea all clear
on set the next outlay of black string
round round round then overtop
plato erosion title reading never
notice the hockey puck
what hockey puck?

Gratitude

November 23, 2017 Joseph M. GeraceLeave a comment

scoop

to wear so many rings your fingertips refuse to meet
to pull up skin-tight jeans
to slip on a pink tube top without being asked
to find what’s in your pocket

what is in your pocket?

to be known for a particular hairdo
to smell the way you do
to be brilliant without being moved
to snooze

oh scent do you see?

to kill in order to live
to grow a theorist in a tube
to suck off a hungry ghost
to love basic vanilla body mist after all these years

what won’t work and why not?

to have that kind of mind
to have this kind of mouth
to charge into the universe’s great recording booth
and scream no no no that won’t work

Cosmopolitan Bias

August 7, 2017 Joseph M. GeraceLeave a comment

Wikipedia Poem, No. 570

w570-2-test — “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

‘How to Put Rockets in Clippy Bits’

July 3, 2017July 3, 2017 Joseph M. GeraceLeave a comment

Wikipedia Poem, No. 524

w524-2-sm2 — “Whole floors, / broken up and carted off …” August Kleinzahler

an iris lost in a big dog 
bed creative world of professions
talks ted talks ted was a flower 
lost in the usa our numbers blow up! 
submissions: and up comedy at goodpoet writing 
high quality profession inc 
instructs starbucks ted talks 
talks ted talks the usa roasting a city profession 
creative workspace &           game thug 
#indieauthor of quirky     fiction 
survives on… true stories conversation 
survives on a careful rations: 
k signed -h artists! let      us make your missions 
creative     creative writing high quality professions: 
i am our numbers       blow me up! 
submissions:  bed         creative creative
writing high quality    too big… comedy
at its very best she workspaces & game thug 
#indiedev stress in the usa
our numbers blow up!
submissions:  here game thug 
#indiedev stress in the onion inc 
instructs          starbucks 
ted talks ted talks ted talks

Wikipedia Poem, No. 388

January 30, 2017January 30, 2017 Joseph M. GeraceLeave a comment

   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

Mirror Neurons Over America

January 10, 2017 Joseph M. GeraceLeave a comment

The dog in bed
Lays longwise
Across the duvet

Looks me in the eye
Innocently, like the two-year-old
Syrian girl without a passport.

Alarm clock
Radio talking too loud
in the other room.

The dog in bed
Has ticked away from me
Could be coffee breath

Or selfishness,
It being late morning now.
Nearly twelve hours have passed

Since her last walk. I pissed
Twice in the minty night
And thought nothing of it

Until now. Her breathing
Gentle, a bit staccato and
She has tocked back to me.

When we make eye contact
Her long white lash flutters
And she pulls air into her lungs

In such a way that a high-pitched
Whistle curls out from her wet brown nose
A whisper of smoke, and her tail

Beats twice with rhythm
On the bedsheet. A third time.
I’m surprised and ignore her

To write this. Hard sigh. She is better
Not knowing what I know
About 1676,

Or needing a mug of sweet, hot coffee delivered to her
In bed to get going. Let’s go, girl, for that walk
Across a Europe that does not want or need us.

Still Life with Mechanical Pencil

January 4, 2014 Joseph M. GeraceLeave a comment

Still Life with Mechanical Pencil

Braille Poem No. 1 [draft 12292013]

December 30, 2013December 30, 2013 Joseph M. GeraceLeave a comment

the ring finger
the palm
ring finger
the palm

preoccupied
father again
wonder again
another
chalice-full of vinegar

strapped to this cluttered table
again
Charles Olson again
pinot noir                 again
sony                     again
starbucks            again
menu and ravenous tin
the New York Times            again

exclude burning past lives
holding the hand of wonder again
pushed into the street again
ring finger, palm
palm, ring finger, palm
suddenly with such speed. morning again.

“The invisible mountains of New Jersey, linger”

November 30, 2013November 30, 2013 Joseph M. GeraceLeave a comment

This
Brown tooth-quick
Frowning blonde
Blasting across the lava field
Approaches her cool boudoir
Between two red cars
A clean-lined, adventurous
four-door Wrangler
A battered, embarrassed,
gold embellished Caravan
So much depends on which way she turns
(Will she?) Is she
?

my slow westward motion
, in relation

(for Amiri Baraka and Charles Olson)