We Stayed in Damien Hirst’s Trashy Vegas Suite So You’ll Never Have To

Wikipedia Poem, No. 917

repetition of natural objects
through cantilevered strips of private change
and salt religion
drawn to demon serials
it’s like all people are afraid of nature

object not a thorough repetition
it’s like a feather or a penthouse
the world reinvents the word then image

nesting palms
prepare branches
of sin

i’ve always been drawn to relaxation
it’s like empathy in motion
so you create description
who’s driving?

slow motion described by real work
casino salt lick religious relaxation of nature
object of repetition
who’s driving? private description

it’s like a feather a penthouse
luck appears as a 60-foot-tall demon
its cantilevered private breath
describing change charge and nature

this life is not theater
though maybe the next

Logic Study

Wikipedia Poem, No. 409

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“I am always tying up / and then deciding to depart.” Frank O’Hara

 

a trap set with
electric tongues
mouse in-
advertently cleft
itemized by tongues
transport terms arranged
into two recursively
out bloody breast bones
you have something
observer some sheet of
margins imagine it the
sense intelligence simmering
both your final form
and the sound beneath
some shared irreverence
ends in the itemized bits
which sit on the trap
of your mouth
in the tv room
under warm blankets
covering a trap
set with
tongues

#DamienHirst, or ‘The One with the Literal Shit’

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Here’s the trick
You’ve got to do the hard work
Nine out of 10 conveniences
Are beautiful big breasted blue eyed
Sales pitches  You’ve got to 

Catch the lob  Switch around the syllables
Think deeply turn off the podcast close down
Yr Tumblr  Je est un autre
Grab yr iMac with both hands on fire
And Tonguefuck the Thunderport

Danger 1: Confuse reality and lifeboats
Danger 2: Confuse light with flame
Danger 3: Confuse content and knowledge 
Danger 4: Confuse opinions for apologies

The Greeks said you could bring a lover back from the dead
The Beach Boys say wouldn’t it be nice if 
Damien Hirst says an ashtray is perfect.