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‘The geezer alcoholics in the corner?’
Wikipedia Poem, No. 867 break into air leather man break into air breathe into leather man breathe into air leather jacket licked back hair and steal another man break into leather man don’t break don’t break man don’t break look leather man break it or lose it leather man break the air man pomegranate flower…
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A Peaceable Rallying Cry for Needly Introverts (Chaotic Good Song)
Wikipedia Poem, No. 848 staccato dreams the floor stop running a terrible day’s behind incessant crickets most nights aerosol whispers i need you more students chore the choice to eat the minute hand off a grandfather clock inhale expansion lock to explosion like that grandfather clock like that snore to lock then leaving you more…
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High Citrus
Wikipedia Poem, No. 810 Your rejection is both expected as worn and terrifying. I’m an editor. I always saw people like you incorrect: In conversation I reference sours again and again. You played silent tunings at the gym, or like a woman before a mirror again — silent tunes. The gym, or women before mirrors,…
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all the notes from tonight
The thing in the sky All of a sudden is a cartoon bird Then it’s an actual hungry shark But it’s a puddle of draino now I’m sad I said sad to see polygons Again the lizard ten years old Then chemo Is a seahorse Then it’s a chicken It’s not a chicken per…
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Dream 06012013
I woke, feeling of particularly base moral character, because of this dream I had. The dream was built upon a typically gauche bacchanal at a filmic hivelike Midwestern frat house, a free Chinese buffet erected on the street outside operated by presumably a crosstown rival frat, the unacceptable total loss of some unreplaceable button down-type…
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Nacre Ode [draft]
let’s lie in the top left corner you will see this sun rise one you could not license licorice diamond the lady reaching waves of her lysergic arm one to brace another column of instead a list of historical events hysterical lucy against the unbottled still morning air hips lips lost lyrics careworn Theberton Hoof…
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untitled dreambook entry, 09122012xx
[i keep a blank moleskine next to my bed. i’ll wake up in starts and jot words, ideas. recently i rolled out of bed and found this entry. i’m not sure who wrote it. very weird. very minor editing.]
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