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New Year’s Day

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Wikipedia Poem, No. 883

        Like a final decision?
No.
Then it—

    I know
the sound
of yr idling
presence
   of cheap life:
        this
too late,
son.

   Sale for free

       vertigo
without orientation

sale for free

vertigo
without orientation

 sale
 for free

 vertigo
without
        weird
        lines.

       Statistically speaking, engine rich
   with gasoline
    
the stations
the
    desirable ones at least
         between dick and
burn it down.

I know the
sound of yr idling
about wild
   
weird
lines appear
       or disappear
 or
         then disappear
        and disappear
    or disappear.

Anchor Point on Marx’s Birthday

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Wikipedia Poem, No. 775

Maker:0x4c,Date:2017-9-26,Ver:4,Lens:Kan03,Act:Lar01,E-Y

 

indoctrinations
said the question
needing communism
to point an anchor

profane
said the blames
with lyrics beckoning
snow

bitter acid
said an old-school still
hold tight the ideals
of marxist values

question
said the tanks to reassert
talk show values blame the armory
less for the birth of the soul

Unbelievable, Real Donald Trump Quotes

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Wikipedia Poem, No. 453

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is 
one with so good 
loser 

russell 
  that's ok but i don't rape 
out of this world ok

define people don't think of people 
their only political songs 
that want money 

        i have media 
like that 
get a meeting 

          but then 
    get and what then 
i try to 25% her pussy

— playboy 1992
i do a huge fantastrophe
those big cant's 

too 
        big — the 
howard stern show — as far as you know 

     if your 
design were here
have a plastic boy

people down with 
that when i leave you will
have returned americkas right 

not 
        like liberally really 
am con 

1990 — i do love
a good comeback
story
  
i’d do it 
seems the 
comeback

      i love 
really 
       down political lobbying 

jolie's 
bad bolts of donald 
          trump the art of my belly

i said if you 
       believe 25% of 
lesbians i've got a fault line to sell you

i'm an understated
salesman and you 
know my faults — playboy 1990
  
with life’s love 
         a dove 
         trump university — 2015

how large a fiddle
     next unemployment 
that's ok burn it 

    burn it in 
the care of
that's craft mother — 1989

name friends the art 
of money have 
your own personal vietnam 

sort of a 
nuclear man 
who talks in absolutes 

for the start move 
       fire people
but something something pop culture 

are 
    they waste — on concerned 
if a guy's said to admit he took the creator 

he        took 
  the creator 
     theory is a deaf dumb and blind actress 

it's 
not 
     bragging

in other words be happy 
    life 
dynasty sex no differen't than

the 
      worth of five 
hells within

      so 
we 
       were worried about what

wish i wouldn’t 
      do it harried looked down toward vietnam 
        sorting those years

she’s a little 
somebody care tell 
with this poll 

  not believe theory i am 
sickness comes at it with a questive 
process 

responding to move 
  the way reactive anymore
you really want the money

i've just settled with
       god 
ever under-negotiated 

like you look 
    like a few 
days the work forgets 

i think i was going 
      to live     but
          — playboy 2007

this long group punishment
right 
       i do it if your country importunes

get a good look losers 
looked like 
     donald trump — the atlantic 2016
   
when i 
were highly 
   a club championship
  
i 
don't 
  campaign promise 

not some 
enough 
maybe you believe the beautiful fried cube of myself 

ambitious 
      trying the other total side 
less a bad muammar gaddafi — she she she 


fox and bit over to accord-setting 
        live — 2005
trump on women

      and i'll 
save their attitudes from vice 
      for greatness 

and dirk 
is 
always alive

 

Logic Study

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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

“unalloyed pleasure”

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“As the internet grows in the next 10, 15 years and virtual reality pornography becomes a reality, we’re going to have to develop some real machinery inside our guts to turn off pure unalloyed pleasure or—I don’t know about you—but I’m going to have to leave the planet. Because the technology is just going to get better and better, and it’s going to get easier and easier to sit alone with images on a screen given to us by people who do not love us but want our money. Which is fine in low doses, but if it’s the main staple of your diet, you’re going to die. In a very meaningful way you’re going to die.”

 

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Source:

  • End of the Tour. Dir. James Ponsoldt. Perf. Jason Segel. A24. 2015. Film.

Be Better

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This is important to hear. You can do something, at a minimum by knowing and understanding that your actions and words have meaning beyond your fingers and teeth. In a post-spiritual world all you have is what you hold. There are no rules but the ones you make. Try to understand this and build your world with love and make egosyntonic choices with regard for growth and respect for fear. Don’t ignore fear, you can’t. Push yourself to be better, allow your children to see your struggle. Ask your children to be better, and respect their fear.

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it’s not enough to be
clever; each little sound byte
performance padded; deeper philosophies
cold, carrying scaly sustenance; what is
a poem
if not a poem; a hard
tea-thin blade dimpling the pink
precious flesh of yr mother’s throat

oh to bring her back; oh
to save her;

a poem —