dreams
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 266
marrow suppressed memories eithermore salable images indirectly spring somatologic malignancies of ontology: cloud sides breathe interior concerns erected by a crew in public view heavy as heaven harvest between blinks callused tradition conceives the park bench memory shielding the sculpture the body from the breath the disaster the doubt cast cave-in
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cobras in the grass
there’s nothing here to say nothing here go away run to bed, there’s a candy cane to suck beef jerky if you like lights are dead electricity in deficit someone else moans that pay off your desire close your eyes rise through the pneumatic door this flowering canoe is your dream now broken where the army…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 136
Eat broken dreams And water their tiresome sit-ups swimming Go to town to do schoolwork arend go to town For umbrellas of Scotch for 5 p.m. errands At the state liquor store tiresome sit-ups Swimming takes me to town for pushups All right time and hunger and swimming pools Which I get home and…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 112
“It is replaced” I’ll be staying away from stories regarding Friday night’s Paris attacks, as well as all secondary reax stories. One exception for the Nation & World page will be the story out of Libya concerning a mostly unrelated drone strike that killed an IS commander there. If this news makes it into your…
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Alberto Burri
Thin lines of graphite gather in the sky Angels pull open two halves of the curtain Or the surgeon scalpels abdominal flesh “A whole chain of pulls and tensions”
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 100
goldpocket what was in the bathroom … he had to improvise jobs help savehidegive goldpocket more brittle while you know I’ve never … why rush it I guarantee you that was just a church the church … the same thing on more brittle while behind the article and my confession in front of my kitten…
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Untitled, 051420152314
The ground outside Papered with noise Wild a fire, far off And sleep.
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Notes from a dream, 1215-172013
1. “Ashuver Sixlio” 2. “As I failed to shoot the dog” 3. Lot of dreams tonight. I curse myself for not waking to sketch them along the way. But last among them: On the streets of NYC, with Andrew as sort of assistant, photographing the street. Lots of people. Smiles but also secret shooting of the…
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