fantasy
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Impertinence of Khans
Wikipedia Poem, No. 984 on the throes of his weak for a while the visit was overseas tried upon the will become contentious seemingly incestuous the chief was tried upon his throne their own red tried upon the queen confronting a grim country for proceeding above world leadership in likelihood the leadership struggles scheduled wrapped-up…
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Instructions for a Narrative
Wikipedia Poem, No. 855 Mislead darkness into spaces surrounded by the unknowable void. Definitive articles, please. There be thick monsters of expired physiology of the ancient world of mind, the dark spaces of plein-air painting, found artifacts—void, which you will know about—the maker, the forest dying in technology’s web, the art of confused interrogation. For…
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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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“Gallops from its mouth, I rip”
I always knew there was a spiritual connection Between Ben and John Some shared irreverence simmering Intelligence like a hawk circling a trail Or the hawk with a wood mouse In its beak swallowing broken bones Then I see it: the patient, dead mouse Gallops from its mouth, I rip A thin sheet of paper Even thinner, transforming one…
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“The Summer’s Over, Jack Spicer!” by Matthew Dickman
And Paris, France, is still Paris, France, though we’ve never been there together but might if life were a little longer and no one ever invented knives. I am crossing the bridge again and the city is behind me being rescued or being destroyed with a leaf on the end of a branch turning maple-syrup…
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John Ashbery
Reading Ben Lerner from behind Without Ben Lerner’s express written consent I am Ben Lerner “noctilucent” Against Ben Lerner’s particular ass The pedals of the tricycle in Ben Lerner’s front yard haven’t rotated, felt reciprocation in months But nonetheless, here I am, Ben Lerner Atop Ben Lerner, concerned about Death All tucking away the c-word…
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“Quem me dera que a minha vida fosse um carro de bois” Fernando Pessoa
XVI Quem me dera que a minha vida fosse um carro de bois Que vem a chiar, manhãzinha cedo, pela estrada, E que para de onde veio volta depois Quase à noitinha pela mesma estrada. Eu não tinha que ter esperanças — tinha só que ter rodas … A minha velhice não tinha rugas nem…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 63
“HarvardSquar on NyQuil / which time-true for everything all / like the jaw of god” give a bit sick here wait and Roy Tony’s body getting like its third bag and conversession fire but a vehicle of him then some Mass up in his shit and decks and C heavily crewed there’s not a thing…
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