Eileen Myles
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On Line Breaks
Minimal poems are limit cases not just for written expression but also insects parents mice samples of fresh dew gather slow empty shelters sparrow feathers snail shells something soon stands for copyright law on the other hand i sit licking rocks all day for a client who seldom evolves dancing barefoot on fire with his…
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Current Events Poem
Eternal leach pissing air i gave you life free will and you did it wrong that’s love an out-door game in a comfortable place to blink its black flowers past apogee one on a side the it is the day the who is the human family breaking arms mending boulders we’ve lived many days under…
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Twirl 100 (An Aside)
This is it this is the book all the poems beside the photos all tabulated with the right poetic references both pure and imagined the reading now and this in the sad score o the violence to the breath and spine that was what i came here to say.
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portrait in oblivion (isa)
she says i can cook vegan she says savory nutritional yeast flakes harvested for good health our face is probably the only thing of that scale crushed red pepper flakes our face obsessed in its desire for duplicate i didn’t choose this sacred hardware our battle ax-thin XXX bride prime butch dress cascading salvo cachaça…
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Acusar al Presidente
yes 10:13 in hackensack and i am wonderingwhy on earth is my skin so skinny when all the prayers say i should be greasymy benedictions should be known widelyhow many people are even in this bolted down town anyway if i stop with all the bolas de acerocerveza and el gran poeta contemporáneo maybe i’ll…
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Collage Burning Landscape
what’s even worth painting anymore? all the nerd girls in big striped sweaters warming bleach moms gym guys in slate sleeveless tees and they make shoes out of knit polyester now tight pants loosepants clouds bodies minds bricks piled up high hair gel on a young couple four hundred feet away i’m worried about their…
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Sweat Sweet as Melons the Tongues
one hands grasping the ornamental knobs of the man-ropes father mapple cast a look this color orange tries to remind me of you lay down and be slumbering a cabinet is kind the and when i’m cornered at the final blown it seems from room in clouds peeks at ourselves in the mirror brain inside…
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Fuck Theory Kill
Wikipedia Poem, No. 880 On hand acidic trap in the bowel of what I’d contained with soft steel wire. Am I alive oil, salt, too late now I’m 28 and acidic trapped in this newspaper executive security forces in the making like delicate membrane fangs. The dog struggles in the bowl. The bowl of nervous…
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‘Shhh’ by Eileen Myles
Shhh I don’t thinkI can afford the time to not sit right down &write a poem about the heavy liddedwhite rose I hold in my handI think of snowa winter night in Boston, drunken waitressstumble on a bus that careens throughSomerville the end of the linewhere I was born, an old manshaking me. He could’ve…
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We All Lay on the Island Beach Together (Tension)
Wikipedia Poem, No. 649 first ask is it interesting tell the pocket waiter pull-ups skin-tight jeans scent the studio booth to be the hungriest ghost kill in the studio booth smell theorists scent the studio booth save the actor kills in the transcendent idea of brilliant to love basic vanilla body mist scents the…
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