Prose Poem

Wikipedia Poem, No. 893

The $18 Lady Passes The Asp or Perhaps You Run, Joseph M. Gerace, 2019

Your blood you’re acting Eng-lich you are valuable how you save but either you thought actual is everything long to you, you are adamant to love—oh, trope!—around relation time. Milosz says no system works. If you want your brown what’s the opposite? You canonize the senators quarries you’re large and bald and rich as a gold mine here you made this for the angelheaded neonblood ogre rests now in homes and kitchens it would just be better that way!

Interstitial Zoning Laws (The Troubling Realities of)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 432

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“He watches from his mountain walls, / And like a thunderbolt he falls.” Tennyson

abuts 
          their 
bed
        beside 
        white work 
truck 
to 
the 
     suburbanating hiss
they save mend 
drooping their 
father's 
       
along their bed
      beside 
         bart 
     simpson 
    acid 
     
— $8
     
      hours later
here 
again
nameless 
women

collage 
freshmen 
       a still-exotic
          species to them mend 
          drooping their father's 

   longing 
their bed
   beside 
       
of cedarview 
avenue

sticky bits behind their bed
beside white 
iron radiator his left earlobe  

          sells 
me one hit 

of 
    cedarview avenue
         
    behind their 
bed
beside 
       
  bart simpson acid 

— $8
      
          hours later
here again
nameless 
       women

      college 
freckled
       
a 
     pigeon diamond  
    and buskers 

argue on behalf of
      their father's 
          long 
established theism