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Millennials Lose Their Teeth in Threes

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their miraculous pink dresses on the left hover
over the pancakes of light leaking

onto the film or maybe even it’s an app
i’ve watched prestige television the kids

are beautiful except the ears
of the twenty-something his life

decisions rattling in the high grass
baked in milk so much poison on the right

she’s tall and thin and nondescript
the last boy smoking wrapped in starlight

solo cupped his purple fingers are squid
as smart as dogs they’re having so much

fun i’m jealous more sex light leaks
so many of them better or worse looking

triangular heaps of flesh in primary colors
banded at the waist with reinforced steel

thinks décolletage wastes his life in a can
do attitude pink fishnets i can just barely

see your pubes sit up straight the sun
hasn’t bothered us in days & yet & yet

peasant families say death comes in threes
i work at facebook my cat wears four red keds

i’m beautiful i’m lost in a supermarket
a slobbering minstrel and a child slave from xinjiang

walk into a bar the pastor trying he’s trying employs
two granny emoji to cover his indistinct nipples

on his finsta the pink dress on the left is recruiting
the light again is better now march 12 2021 still drunk

still water faultless aquiline stock photos
getty images is having a moment

the associated press is having a moment
ethnic cleansing is having a moment

facism labor bigotry accountants
babies the elderly eldridge cleaver

said all the gods are dead
except the god of war

is now available on steam
my battery is almost dead

you give me the creeps when beauty
is undeniable it can only be called witchcraft

we’re minting nfts so our
children’s children won’t have to mint nfts

Monteverde Vecchio (excerpt)

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my panting heart
my heavy void
capturing leaf smoke
curls the room
while i prepare
crystal lapped boys
to value a buck
everyone i know
is dead
i’m dead too
but that never bothered me none

handsome sergio
knows the hoary hour
every day antoni sneaks off
before lunch
to fuck
his girlfriend
violet
he presumes
i can’t
smell the rose
in his long black hair

sergio’s allowance twirled on
montelliana
panerai
brioni
then alone
in darkness
arranges
black chrysanthemums

Nothing Moves in the Universe

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nothing moves in the universe
a few cars and trucks
on main street
something lights
through the grass
a hare i thought
or a robin
but i am high
and the grass is tall
and a car alarm shouts
over the green paint
of the lawn
where the neighbors play
he drives a nice new chevrolet
because
he does nothing
but work
two small women
in black cardigans
peaceful blue masks
matching wet brown buns
and fists full
of snow white
target shopping bags
walk past
walk past
clark is here
again
with the chimney
he ran home
to get
so he can
grill meat.

Collage Burning Landscape

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Ridgewood, Sunset

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 loose
pants clouds bodies minds bricks piled up high hair
gel on a young couple four hundred feet away
i’m worried about their screen time is their crib
flammable age sex location trap beats the problem
with not liking anyone is you always have lots of
company imagine for a moment being a sixteen
ounce poland spring bottle the thin crinkling plastic
threaded neck choking hazard threaded cap
arctic-nothing impermanent black they don’t do
decaf here i listen to the gods who do not have my
best interest at heart is it ok for me to smile at the
incandescent young lesbians so in love i’m
repeating myself my recycled edges ache at the
thought of appearing a fanboy Eileen Myles in
my hands my eyes my neurons my hair dirty teeth
rotten and unbrushed like i said: no one’s looking
out for my brief colors i strain to love anyone but i
fear a relapse into hate for everyone hocking trace
antagonism — like me i’m afraid i prefer living in the
cracks and this world powerwashes squatters rats
milkweed moneywort morning glory like us — there
i go dreaming again self-flagellating my verse-thin
flesh which is bulletproof if bullets are tsetse flies
i am genetic i am bodied and disposable if extant
— there is a cloud there is the gelic memory of sun
leather loafer real burning cigarette appropriately
scented altar i don’t care what your mother named
you i will love you anyway without me.

American Flag (skinny.jpg)

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Wikipedia Poem, No. 959

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Over 11 Mirrors (Chantal Akerman)

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Wikipedia Poem, No. 942

the long, static sea champion
from genre protographer since les rendez-vous
spare a list of destroying championeer

by j hoberman’s
doniol-valcroze
second common champion
we were women then: ten minutes
cast digital options

april first two thousand
and nine inch guide in long, vital
akerman’s most info about her
two or three thienen sound editor of cinema’s top chef
and andy warhol akerman’s jeanne dielman and hauntingly screens
her mark is and aesthetically idiosyncratic with view from genre
the routing screen

in her babette marble
out the flick, whose new contest
works the destroyer character
singular work time commerce
it’s france that inspires works of the
arch cart login and artists
like big night and director archive drowning, vital akerman

on film
on short takes
on april first two thousand
and sixteen chantal akerman
conversation provocation of little chores
in chaos is now about compassion duo
david and the moment
the decade proves which exposed impending doom
the director
or the belgian in long top uncompiled…

Synthetic Vaginal Juices Substantial Crease $45 Fungal in Origin

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Wikipedia Poem, No. 935

Double Accordian, 2019

the place where one is lost

clicks develop a trained sense
off season receptions
but not when the camera

the place of easy death

sunward institution a telephone
the system establishes 24/7 security
positions &yet continue to grow

fish taken out of the water

diabolical security staff the venue
this world also utilizes large gates
provides other venues to grow

the foggy place high up

consequence of security fort is a shit
word eradicate it me who am as a raw
nerve be tethered to a meaningless

two moccasins fastened together

binding events establish a 24/7
position assigned to additional coverage
this error establishes incompetence diurnal

a bag tied in the middle

so blasts security systems as follows:
large gates crash monitors the
chautauqua police department even

the most American thing in America

should the third patrol dismount
off season bicycle security station verb
the lance-carrying staff meme’d

The Girl That Taught America To Pull Off Its Head (after Junji Ito’s ‘Fragments Of Horror’)

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Wikipedia Poem, No. 923

Precision as Fallacy (fragment1), 2019

petard but look at those legs
kodak hasn’t had a girlfriend since
the california sun betrays no vacancy
of youth i love short poems and long legs

the negative film harsh under the california
sun betrays no vacancy of youth i love short
poems and long legs kodak hasn’t
had a girlfriend since the california sun betrays

no vacancy of sync whistling dixie dying dixie dying
dixie dying dixie dying dixie dying dixie dying dixie dying
dixie dying dixie dying dixie dying dixie dying dixie dying on
my own petard but look at those legs ka-blooey ka-bang

kodak hasn’t had a girlfriend since the california sun betrays
no vacancy of sync whistling dixie dying dixie dying dixie
dying dixie dying dixie dying dixie dying dixie dying dixie dying
dixie dying dixie dying dixie dying dixie dying dixie dying dixie

dying dixie dying dixie dying dixie dying dixie dying dixie dying
dixie dying dixie dying dixie dying dixie dying dixie dying on my own
petard but kitty is candy i know i’m out of youth i love short poems
and long legs the negative film harsh under the late 80s andy i know

i’m out of youth i love short poems and long legs the negative film
harsh under the late 80s betrays no vacancy of youth
i love short poems and long legs ka-boom
kodak hasn’t had a girlfriend since late say it but kitty is candy

i know i’m out of sync
whistling dixie
dying dixie dying dixie dying dixie dying dixie dying dixie dying
dixie dying dixie dying dixie dying dixie dying dixie dying dixie

dying dixie dying dixie dying dixie dying dixie dying dixie dying
dixie dying dixie dying dixie dying dixie dying dixie dying dixie
dying dixie dying dixie dying dixie dying dixie dying dixie dying
dixie dying dixie dying dixie dying dixie dying dixie dying dixie

dying dixie dying dixie dying dixie on my own petard
but kitty is candy i know i’m out of sync
whistling dixie dying dixie dying dixie dying dixie dying
on my own petard but kitty is candy

ka-blaow
i know i’m out of youth here
i love short poems and long legs
the negative film so harsh

World Harvest

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Wikipedia Poem, No. 907

compliant cosmos: i peel your offer from my body—molted down
melted down—bracelet-thing heras through the suburbs i say i
had some in my mouth—

weekend speech, strips of resin of mfa of repellant, delicate plot of us.

my diamonds prayer the grey splash across rampart of fire
hope blood redoubling about acceptance it is deep
et adhuc sub iudice lis est he days up in the defensive present

someone
our works of fire reach for moss
with slim time god’s lefthand plausibility
reaches afore to better days

up from much anymore to trim the offer back