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untitled, 06222016 [fragment]
with peanut butter in my moustache with the pit bull licking itself on the bed the world beyond the window screen lays prone rabere with thousands of twittering house sparrows conserving the human image aflame on cedar branches
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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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Wikipedia Poem, No. 192
seven types slegebytel unhold understand slecg language hamorian hand discovers cnocian written ambiguous detail beadu tool exercises thought cnocian extensive familiarity with the author’s possible meaning defines one poetic language the word and the reference
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cobras in the grass
there’s nothing here to say nothing here go away run to bed, there’s a candy cane to suck beef jerky if you like lights are dead electricity in deficit someone else moans that pay off your desire close your eyes rise through the pneumatic door this flowering canoe is your dream now broken where the army…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 139
welcome to new products you have daved us that’s what we really want here more than most we guess what considerate permission from the bobby parade? welcome kind riffs of the news to the new today will be super bright should we eat for love and country to hell as written by a horn seductive…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 132
pusha t & kenny g i saw what i saw at the new museum while arranging tea that she side of a ride she adds the hole unplugs a baguette places she her who both traditional and a woman a baguette rubs a plastic container was i always looking for a father when i –…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 125
You say puff pastry you say tax credit is a bulldog by now she’s probably lost in traffic skin darker than guns my father’s obsessed it will be hungry that guy who makes hot sauce climbs up my forefinger and into whatever the girls’ mortal wound — And I’m all like, bent, reaching raise…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 123
Song of Heroic Death in the First Crusade Those who prefer a later the First Crusaders for Palestine extant manuscripts of the poem written written much late from the poem in Old Frences made those who prefer a later to events of the First Crusades where performed Turold between 1129 and 1165 and Frence of…
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Dinner Poem
At the earliest ending of childhoodAt 30Creamy yolk, sharp red horns Pepper-punch out from the plateHere, there about the oceanA potato, an isle of curled spinach Dash of self-sufficiency, salt, LoveAs the sun sets precisely at sixNo longer a scrawny burger washed down by coke for Wally
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improv for problems, playoffs and plumbing [draft 2, 042220131826]
Tin helmet to the blindside crumbled Week-old Italian bread Crushed over fresh arugula Titan got hit. His mind green jelly baby pureeSquishing squirt of hot butter candied Prophet peppermint pate Look up from the pain Airbus A380 sky streaming, lickable bright Cotton confetti a candy grey cloud, giving up.
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