Three Poems

Dan Flavin

in me he is
sequestered and afeard
in the farmost
angle im
possible im
aginable
his back behind his back
the implication
of darkness
elsewhere is blood
red pitch
you see what you want
in the light

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Cy Twombly

250,000 plans planning has become
essential and numbers no matter
how abstract and this will always
be something we argue about
3 pomegranates in a ceramic
bowl the ruddy flesh the bitter
juice  with individual object
reality representative numb
ers are ours alone we are
alone and struggling to make
sense of it all we build num
bers 250,000 plot along the
x plain number angles in
order to drag ourselves down
like a tired drowning victim victim
who is the victim language sunless
here in gaeta we signify the n
umber with significant distan
ce in america we 3 split atoms
i must tell you about america

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David Hockney

i don’t want to know
what you know please
keep your hands where
i can see them clearly
those two haven’t fucked
in decades the old lady
and the man in the dated
brown suit moist tulips
between them
she doesn’t cross
her legs but they’re
locked up tighter
than the molten de
militarized zone be
tween north and south
korea and speaking of
those koreas what sort of
essential life lessons
has man that man
ever learned
from an art book
that art book

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

Wikipedia Poem, No. 395

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“We / take the form / of our uncertainty” Gil Ott

    turn the shades in bed she would never        separate page without harming triangles 
on the       would never her       her her       her her her her her her her her her
          her her her her her her       her her her her her her         her her her her
 her her her        her her      her her her her her her her her her her her her her
       her her her her her her her her her her her head bed         blue    rip 
the covers over   blue rip the words with lipstick pencil                 red
      open the pulls         he would never head in bed blue       turn    the shades 
in bed she traces all the cover          blue   turn           the cover blue turn the 
shades in bed           red turn the          covers overs overs over         blue turn 
the cover blue turn the one before she traces all the         bed     she           pages
      with lipstick pencil      red draws two bulging     bed blue is no good in 
bed blue a red drawing two bulging        pulls the one   bed    she would 
never her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her
 her her     her    her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her    her 
her her her her her her her her her her      her her       her her          her         her
        her her her her her her her her her her her her her       her her her her her 
her   her her her       her    her her her her her her her her her her her her her 
her her    her her her her her her her        her    her her her her her her her       her 
her      her her her her her her         her her         her       her her her       her
           her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her 
her her   her her      her her her her her   her her        her           her her her 
her her her   her her her her       her her her her her her her her her      her her 
her her her her         her    her       her her her her her her her her her her head
in bed       blue a red          rips      the covers overs overs over blue turn
     the cover blue turns the blue yawns and the bed         blue turns 
he pulls the cover blue turn the       would never           separate pages
     blue yawns and the shades in           the covers over     blue is no good in
          bed blue yawns and       jumps from the covers over the blue rip       shades
 in bed blue is no good in bed      blue insides red turn the shade in bed blue a red
 open   the shades in bed    blue is no good in bed blue is no good in bed
      blue    is no good in bed         she would never her her her her her her her her her
      her her her her her her           her her her her her her her     
        in bed blue turn the shades in bed       she pulls the pulls pulls 
the morning in     bed blue is no       good in bed she page without harming 
the        bed      blue is no good           in bed blue is no good

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Gil Ott quote via Charles Bernstein's jacket2.org.