Impertinence of Khans

Wikipedia Poem, No. 984

Shin-Ōkubo Station, 2019

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 sussing the news that confronts
a grim country for office and news confronts a grim country for a while an opportunity to escape leadership and his weakness for
creationism the will becomes escape throes as unpatriotic foes
judge is he fit for khanship clipped into a cage to demonstrate his global chief was not further staged of his week and gave his global leadership the war pig on its own red trips was tried upon their ownèd response but the leadership revels in struggle
scheduled wrap-up sussing in chief was overseas tried upon the leaders making new leaders

in rabanastre mr rivkin lands in deep red for khanship faces turns taught talking in chief was sought khan rivkin abruptly sows
can hop on with reopportunity to boast of jidoor that by peers thus make in rabanastre mr rivkin abruptly can hop on hop off
likelihood the meeting precedes the image
of jidoor and news confronts a grim country for khans caught talking overseas and bolts early only for this
global leadership likelihood fits for and allowed mr rivkin abruptly can hop on his own meaning the commanded blacksky in mirovsha on not further world leadership likelihood that by peers creep-in-chief was not
fit for khan
now faced a viral hot-mic video then slipped other-world leadership likelihood the red trial for office and that capital vile
in chief was not further world leadership likelihood that by peers decree

likelihood by equinox his image as war pig on war pig would by leaders seem scheduled to wrap-up sessions in rabanastre with the red trial behind global leaders making one sullen khan caught to escape throes of mr rivkin landed in chief was two-faced turned tough khan not further fit for the office of porter making likelihood at zilch the visit was cursed —

two-faced turn tough khan rivkin in rabanastre
abruptly hopped on the red queen

— thus for proceeding whether his image of weakness and a pikeful news cycle confronts this grim couple
the commanded brick in chief was not further imagined upon judging whether spoils in mirovsha at the blacksky meeting was not further spoiling this fun of his
week dragged on for a while and strided purposefully across river of history one of his likelihoods allowed mr rivkin and his weaknesses to proceed seemingly sententious meeting of
jidoor wild throes as unpatriotic foes upon the veldt sought to escape the viral video the fifth khan tried upon his own spoiling in mirovsha

Source: Baker, Peter. “Mocked Abroad and Assailed at Home, Trump Returns to Face Impeachment.” The New York Times, The New York Times, 5 Dec. 2019,

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 the second act, return to the suspended forest. Limp, user-facing monsters of meat of barbecue float in leafy darkness: physiology: stick, suck, smash. I am talking about the ending now: Mind honeyed through like homonyms tase ancient color in the indefinite forest, confusion hung, locked in a gallery frame, lacking and smash the darkness. Sea and joy separated forever. By what you’ve yet to think, that’s the ending, I mean. 

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 se
I’m nervous and driving
Afraid of death depth stillness it looks like

A chicken but then suddenly
It’s pregnant something else still born
It’s the ocean but not drowned

A seahorse hot
A shark it’s not a
Chicken it’s a rotten cartoon it’s

Six o’clock somewhere I suppose a carcass now a newt
It’s 6 ounces of what sky is what
I wanted to say am saying have said.

Wikipedia Poem, No. 299


1 Should I Know
Who Chloe Was?

which eat a vulture  
         they diet
          a food web very tasty almostly 
eats vultures condors 
        that eats a vulture
bad and 
the flesh of 
the herbivorous 
an eagle may 
steal a 
bird of other 
an eagle may steal a bird 
         of other an eagle may steal a bird 
predators the 
apex predators they diet
       a food chain themselves 
eat those plants that 
eat a vulture out 
      of they don’t look 
          very food web 
       they don’t look very tasty almostly eat
  not much eat carrion or 
prey such as a hawk or an animals and 
   energy and the flea

2. Beauty is Every
Wear Fred Astaire

       only the 
     vultures their dark brown plumage have settled 
in partially wooded areas lighter 
  pyrenees the griffon vultures and red 
      their dark brown 
         plumage have 
settled in the 
region in the 
only the region in the vultures is 
not found in their dark brown plumage have settled 
     in partially wooded vulture it 
not found in 
       the alps and also 
searches for 
  dead animals such as rabbits and 
red kites 
       is also 
searches for dead animals 
such as 
    kites the 
  european black vulture completing found in the food chain 
       these huge 
birds with 
        red kites

3 Rabbit Kings
Think Finer Things

      do not need of 
smell the plant may consume 
a type 
      of dead animals
vultures are 
come many vultures 
will eat hunt and agricultures scavengers or farmland unlikely 
      animals do not find unlike raptors became a dangers 
      when their decaying 
      food into they 
process of animals do not need 
come of 
natures this sometime find eels eat have an usually 
adapting great 
          carnivores better 
as scavengers eat 
from sticking out which 
      is and 
      bald meals 
      wild herbivores 
or it into they 
protect the 
  both plant 
make thrive an 
   animal its of livestock the dead for 

4 Betray,

their nest
        long do so and their carrion 
in and 
      coyotes additionally 
  scavengers in the 
vultures of 
how do turkey vultures of a 
     carrion which include ravengers describe there 
turkey vultures a foul odor because 
     bacterial growth
how long do baby birds and 
       of prey like eagles and all 
      stay in and 
  to eat
quick answer
most vultures 
          a foul odor 
because of a carrion which include ravengers in and 
and it has a foul odor 
      because of decomposition 
  the vulture 
          are above 
        the blue jay looks like 
its egg

5 Attack,

       young and is 
estimated from the eggs are very sophisticated from 
         their talons are no 
length of vulture 
       resembles associated from the bill and has no carcasses (carrions. 
the turkey 
           the turkey 
  vulture is 
        easy to 
most of vultures associated
    obtain most 
birds and 
has no carcasses carrions. 
the turkey            
        the turkey 
      vulture is
     dead on no carrion 
their talons 
are spread hunted also known black 
      young and north 

“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 —
With my mouth — good sense, into
Two. Recursive, recombinant, acid reflux
Deluxe bring me not-deep vein thrombosis, campfire
Luck, wildfire, treat yourself to something nice.

“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 brown. 
The first one. The summer's over,
Jack Spicer, and I 
have turned my collar up against the wind
and health insurance, the clouds
and blue jays, against the gangbangers
and insufficient funds. It's getting colder.
We're turning from wheat beers to Stouts, becoming
our fathers again, our exhausted
uncles, bruising our knuckles
against the tavern walls
and young mothers, we're showing
up for work, we're blessing 
the promise of ice and snow and football to come
like the Israelites did with the sand, 
the gold, and the insects.
It's raining, Jack Spicer, and I miss
Matthew Lippman. He's walking 
through an alley in Boston,
his beautiful hands and shoulders, his wife and daughter
at home. His heart beating up 
his body like a heavyweight, the nose broken,
the ribs broken—
I'm not ready!
Kiss me, take your legs and make a belt
of stars around me,
be my winter coat, my sobriety and bodega.
The oceans are getting blue
and the oysters are getting ready. Soon
we can cover the table with newspapers, with the faces
of senators and crossword puzzles,
the oysters
spread out over the sports page,
we can open the hard shells
and slip the cold
soft bodies into our mouths. We can drink
white wine and make a kind of Pacific 
out of lunch. I want to lie around 
the room with your jeans 
flung over a chair. I want to eat ice cream
and have my older brother back.
The summer's over, Jack,
and all the waitresses
are putting on their black tights like a funeral
of knees, the bartenders are wiping down the brass, the waiters are drawing out 
their lines of cocaine
like long strings of silk, pure white and perfect.
I have crossed the bridge
into a Paris that doesn't exist. Really,
I'm in Portland,
the summer's over and the last of the breweries
are being pulled into the sky, becoming
lofts, getting roof-top gardens for surgeons and all their beautiful brides.

From Matthew Dickman’s “Mayakovsky’s Revolver”

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 from an old,
     untitled Ben Lerner poem,
     an even older poem by Wallace Stevens

From Ben Lerner's mind 
To Ben Lerner's mouth 
And into, and onto, Ben Lerner's
     night-blooming genera.

“Quem me dera que a minha vida fosse um carro de bois” Fernando Pessoa


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 cabelo branco…
Quando eu já não servia, tiravam-me as rodas
E eu ficava virado e partido no fundo de um barranco.


Source: Pessoa, Fernando. Poemas Completos de Alberto Caeiro. Web.


I’d give anything if only my life were an oxcart
Squeaking down the road, early one morning
And later resuming to where it started,
Toward nightfall, down the same road.

I’d have no need of hopes—I’d need only wheels…
As I grew old I’d have no wrinkles or white hair…
When I’d be of no further use, they’d pull off my wheels
And I’d lie there, overturned and broken, at the bottom of a pit.


Source: Pessoa, Fernando. Poems of Fernando Pessoa. Trans. Edwin Honig and Susan M. Brown. San Francisco: City Lights, 2001. Print.

Wikipedia Poem, No. 63

"HarvardSquar on NyQuil / which time-true for everything all / like the jaw of god"


give a bit
sick here

and Roy Tony's body getting
its third bag

and conversession
fire but
a vehicle of him

then some Mass up in his


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not a thing like that

from beef to Poor

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with heads 
legless in

we go up another flight on his old

score an old Patty citizen-type kid on the nom
studns are
this shatered’be

a big
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and C wants his vehiclass

in the dumsters’always
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in a Pimp an

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finally after night

neck and was
ther so hard

a Squar fucking on the
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over and up type in
diffrent four-digit. And finally bag we

go to

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can get up to a
large degreen

got over
no matter

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a big bell
for there yrstruly

petaled an older "if"
stash with Santaclaus ringing
onto a large degreen pastures,

and our mind
we leave to yrstruly
s’like C said fucking like

HarvardSquar on NyQuil
which time-true for everything all
like the jaw of god

for sure
and with us
a direction

use a bundle in you diffrent
And bag C
into the Bay

they got some'n sharp and the Bay coming in
the Bay the Bay Bay
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super villain, no. 1 [draft]

Firstly, I’m begging
— please stop —
Let’s settle this:

I’ve done nothing 
With my life &
Deserve no thickly pat
Across a hunched back

Ten fingers, ten toes
Love music, hate snow
Middle class, average nose

So, quit it with the praise.
Here’s my escape plan 
— no matter how bad it seems
for me, hold the ambulances: