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inversion* of “Sexualizing Picasso on the Cross”
Codger, old maid or bone-dry instep, a stagnant silence over cloud Interior remains sneaking under—yes, me, yes, my polite Infertility—uncooked acedia, never invulnerable frost Protects a circle-bare sky or dank reverie of useless yttrium Yields free under these asses, cool, must remain. *here, an inversion is a poetic exercise in which one takes a poem…
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untitled, 012520142200
what characters?what images?thenwhat emotions? & how that blanknessprojects, flickersonto the clean white wall. where? where is the heroism?(cocksure bravado of loss?the drowning sonsaltwater bites his lungshis inutile handbreaking the ocean’s lens? ooh, thereI’ve gone and given itaway—retreat!peel through the pteridophytaknee-high, back to skull-island. they’ll remember you if you tell themwho? what character? which image? emotion? and what will they…
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QUOTE, draft 100520131220
unlicked filth on bentbranch fingers & a chemical thin residue lean waits to be pleased across his mottled brow & thensudden cheekbone spikes no gleam. despite his mottling hair a swamp alive & long ago wet precious & fragile as a cradle unprintable man loved at impossible distance and when & when wise brown eyes…
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QUOTE, draft 092720131931
It’s a gift, reading your smells, the Oils on long green fingers, distinguished From the chemical thin residue Leans, waiting to be pleased Across yr brow, the sudden spike Of cheekbones. There’s no Smell there, despite — Yr hair, swamp alive & long ago wet, precious & Fragile. You, an unprintable man Loved at an…
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Untitled 07182013, second draft
I don’t give a shit About the jungle Or your long trek To profitable madness As I sound out that place’s strange name Sweating, mosquito-thick, blood green Impossible to itch An incantation The machete blade Turns to coin. Reminding my shrink of this story He hands over a live freshwater trout I really can’t compete.…
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sinuous rills [draft, 033020131336]
crack the association, windows holding something back curtains cutting social tongues, an uncaged robin blinds like bobbins scored spooled around with money i’m hungry because i’m bored i’m a cave shadow collapsing, honey you can do this, put one foot in front of the other remember that the eye is the you, capitalized blinds bobbing…
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