Barbecue Vanitas

Wikipedia Poem, No. 854


floats in the sea and do not see the ancients
void of paintings in found artifacts—which you present
like found artifacts—which you preso un granchio
i remember ian at auntie’s barbecue pulled pork
zinfandel maple cheesecake bolt of mind can of plein-air paintings
in the joyful ma ho preso unrolled bolt of sea
spades and space
what can plein-air painting in the forest confess
spaces and spades
beyond lacking information about how to live?
go outside meet the forest’s entropy
eye to eye what type of ancient void
paintings of celestial objects—which you will know about
what auntie’s done

Textures & Discrepancies

Wikipedia Poem, No. 533

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“Beyond the wild myrtle away from cats I turned him loose / and his eye asked me what to do, where to go” A.R. Ammons

debord jp
male writers
kenneth adrip
goldsmith evanescent
a substance despised

twenty ten is divided by
siegel & associates and a
on the
is a
fall prize and a

earliest known club membership
often refer to
switch to they were

of no eternal significance
language used over
the shift to
go about weaving changes and
many tender

Therapy (Pulling Red Thread)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 483


   dazzle in bayonne
them i 
spot the battleship a 
   thing in me 
      better in college 

diminutive bayon

i am a 
human who 
     sits unlike a trough 
purchased long at 
      academic front leaking

a long narrow open container 
for animals 
to eat or drink 
out of


rarely painted red

Wikipedia Poem, No. 133

“How I make my way through this thicket of information—how I manage it, how I parse it, how I organize and distribute it—is what distinguishes my writing from yours.” Kenneth Goldsmith


young ago what grew 
language mostly 

better county historical 
in all it suits ownership

old past diction 
encourages but no one end 

of Samuel Johnson his own way 
for it might birth you when is

I found sometime quiet and right 
I could have good people 

where steamrolling after whitening
ago what ought today end one 

the anniversary and for it 
happened then family tethers

sanctification but now when 
the years of -isms came up I wanted off 

after county and the end of blunders 
but now you build a sub-world 

answer at the natural arts 
an after and I did it myself 

houses are in their ignorance natural 
arts crawled up my personalism 

and actually chose a reliable 
want at the any-think of could

looking as his store polities 
book pages cherub exhaust cherubs 

happen rally it’s a waster 
sentification the madam 

publish sentencing a book 
a page a woman after with family 

tend arranges individual cannot 
just drudgery interred ignorance 

anecdote as well I did not go over 
that party betters and so far lost 

people so I drifted in neither studious
anecdote nor steamrolled up I went to make

because it is
what I what I

- Harper, Douglas. “Bio.” 
     n.d. Web. 11 Feb. 2016.
- Wilkinson, Alec. “Something Borrowed.” The New Yorker.
     Conde Nast, 5 Oct. 2015. Web. 11 Feb. 2016.

Wikipedia Poem, No. 66

“I’m / here to follow pages on academics and turn Burt / to a decade / of hits”


Year went to 
get a
  bunny at Orange 

he was dating a musician who 
is fake 

and new 
    and full 
	    of businesses.

I never turned anyone into a pig. 

They’re diversity cooked a 
teaching felt 
lines to become a lawyer. Burt, 

Greg, a papersonic poet, deigned to leave the evening 

his family 
in an inelegant gesture in 2010,

I’m sick of your world
his best feature was 
his timing. The 
effect it had on Burt was brutal.

But he 
      said. “I’m 
here to follow pages on academics and turn Burt 

         to a decade 
of hits 
graphic and critical attendances,”

Your men weren’t bad men;

several bruised 
townhouses with his 

He already felt a fellow, and 
       Louise Glück, went near to 

breaks of blank white space and the 
       A&E reality network shopped his job

If I wanted only to hold you / I could hold you prisoner.

   his daughter 
drawn on a slow page of 

        become his family.

Sources: “Louis Gluck 1962-2012“, “Gregory Pardlo, Pulitzer Winner for Poetry, on His Sudden Fame“, Earthbound, NASCAR

wikipedia poem, no. 50



snow day 

officials think they remained so  
    at the campus discovering mice
        The snake
discovered beside missing students 

trained the 
          snake   was dangerous and determined 

        the snake was locked

       The snake 
was locked.
        The snake 
discovered dead 

      the door 


    from its cage 

 eyes out.

Meditation on a Lamp’s Reflection

photo (4)

Sandpaper tin reflection
Alternate lines of age and waves
From what optical cauldron,
	of cold correlative connection,
Three sisters of sanitary sane wage can weigh.

Drums do disrupt the aural presentation,
particle collision,
Of tan ten point game (Blood trickles
		like from a spout to
		funeral cup
	Or black and blue Jack genteel,
		In thee ruined
		sometime buried, brazen,
				cordial waveweepy
						(Will never
						know skill
					vicious, venereal,
					tornado, flaccid,
						and Always Divorcing

This is a game.
Surely looking it the direct opposite of
Fire Smell,
	Angry Open Mouth
			(Cavity: another poem
					another time
			But a solid memory:
					Your lips that
				some... times,
I may convince my infertile soul,
	Is just the rancid battery acid
					burning, bitter,
					of my own desire to control,
But surely I hallucinate.
The drugs will always be my friends on
	the battered bow of my brow
	bucking and baying in the balkan wind
		where memory as a function
			is an afterthought
				and thus
					s on 
And Carol once told me,
	(Or did she show me?
		(Was it	Discourse
That cards and chips, drugs
					and die
Do not make the casino spin,
	the doors invisible / dividable,
		the theory, obviously
					but obviously Everyone's
								Mine ('s),
Are ineffable.
As you blow cornered cat kisses
	into hands that only
The only coin could possibly
			would be
Love / Digsust.

"Face it, Carol,
This could go either way."

The felt is actually a mirror
	and the world is green,

The mirrors you sing into aren't
of vanity
		but portholes
			peering headlong into
	is what you make it
is the constant perversion of the inverted
is the correct answer
is reality unwrapped
is rejection
is hope and dreams
is what you finally decide
is the color of
		your home
		your child's eyes
	the color of your lover's
is Charron's copper paddle.

"Carol, this can go one of two ways."

Have you ever crossed a river?
	is my response.


He guides you,
	tells you cooly:
		love, Ha
	just Hope.


	He'll be here to hold your
			hair back as vomit
		erupts from your teeth,
	but those lucky fucking teeth
	But,		Fucking
							Butter, Mister.

Only a buck fifty a stick,
	Useless when its hard, Ha
	But, Don't


now, it'll melt soon enough
		you can worry about
		what you'll be baking, boy.

The room's spinning
	there are no reflections here
	but rice paper walls
	with violent shafts of
	blue gloom screaming
Here it comes again,
		the hand is shook

You're hearing colors.

"There are other things in life like butter, Carol."

Does it stick on the wallpaper,
	like melting glass
		marching on their backs
			similar to tears
				but slicing furrows
				The Wallpaper
And drip down in shots of deep run blood
Everytime you manage to remember a thought

	Spray starch is your Mother
		ironing her wallet.

	Sylvester drooling spittle like the Sirens'
		eternal wail
		is dementia at seven.

You began young and look where
	it dropped you off,

Ass bleeding,
	bazooka joe, melted chocolate and
	semen smashed silly
	into your toothless twist of a

"Listen Carol, I don't think this is going to work out."

You never win.

Snakes don't have synesthesia
when you close 
	your eyes
		and scream,
		until you scream.

The Siren's Eternal...
	What was it?

A cackle?
A dream?
	did it echo?
	did it shoot craps
		and loose sleep?
A bible?
A book?
even A page?
A page of music?

That's It!

"Carol, sing that song again.

"And, Carol?"

"Don't ever stop singing."

experimental meditation poem, no. 1

photo (2)

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


1,000,000 miles away
closer closer closer closer closer
a million miles away just stayed away
just to stay away a phone call away the trash
can reach out I
can reach out I
don’t want to reach
out I want to reach out I
can’t reach out with what hands with
what feeling with what emotion with
what connection with what 1,000,000 miles
away I keep saying
but what does it mean do I

want to do I
want him
know I
want her
to do I
want him do
I want myself
do I
know myself
cannot be
myself can
I know myself

him her
him him
him him
him her

in her
her hand in her

what do I want when
do I want it
do I want to do I
want to do I
wanted him just 1,000,000 miles
away so so close no
closer what
do I want can’t decide

do I shrink
away from the window
wide wishing away from the window
when he comes closer
was running
away from the window when he comes
closer what do I want
to get from the window what
do I want to see you


what kind of light do I see
in the window
to experience walking
away from the window what
do I experience staying closer
to the window why
meditate one meditate why
come closer
we come
close at hand

her her keep saying
it but what does it
mean her
her her her her hand

him walk

Keep talking that’s what’s the problem
just keep talking just
keep talking because I need you
don’t stop talking. Recording keep talking
keep talking keep talking keep talking you’re not
yet you’re


you’re not interested
I’m not ready
what are you ready for you
not ready
you’re not ready
to talk to you
to listen you’re not ready to
talk and ready
to listen
keep talking

what is it what
is it to listen
how do you listen how
does one learn to listen how
does one learn to need how
does one learn to learn to learn
learning leans into learning and
learn to lean into learning hope
for some learning and learn something to lean into
learning and sale do you sail what’s for sale what is for sale sale items only do you lean into learning and
sell something do you sell what you’re sailing
do you do well to sell what you learning
you lean into learning to sail into selling
what do you learn from this sale what
do you earn what do you learn to earn what do
you turn in
selling your sails what do you sale towards
a leaner you

him her
him her

I keep saying it but what does it mean
you keep saying it but what do you mean

I’m building something like a palace-like
you’re like a yurt like a palace
small no no no

like a heart made of leaves
and memories and
what do I use to find the leaves
what kind of palace do I want to sell
what do I learn what do I sail
what kind of sales will I use to bind the leaves

sales sales sales

This distraction where does it come from
where’s it going what her
you keep saying it but what
do you mean this distraction
this distraction
this color coming from this screen
this distraction this pixel this point
this point stretched out over the horizon
this picture

him her what does it mean where you going
him hurt
you keep saying it what does it mean this
distraction this pixel this point this poke this
what you’re trying to build this what
does it mean why
do you need to bind the leaves that leave
us here why have her why this leaf leaves us here’s
him hurt
you keep saying it but what does it
mean what are you building
what are you trying to build
what do you live
what are you living where are you going

you losing the message pay attention to

him her him

what are you saying what
do you mean what
are you saying what does it mean
him focus

him him him

focus you and him 1,000,000 miles away
him what does it mean what are you looking for
what do you want then       then
focus what are you saying
what does it mean what does

he mean

him him him him

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
The pickets and Queen Anne

For a loss
They can’t
Be beat

The beat
Across the lawn
The lawn along the limb
Where does nightfall end
And daybreak crown its gin?