Wikipedia Poem, No. 354

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Yes, yes. I’m trying to neutralize the self, let’s get on with it.

fanfuckingtastic
in lo and 
hop infronta the tv 
my 
    wifes 
          laptop infronta 
      me 
          me and hop me infronta 
      the tv and me

they 
only vaguely know each other
like dye let's call 
      him 
stan 
32 
     he 
      grew 
  up in the same town as 
   she 
        but i 
     think 

          to meet up 
        stan this weekend tomorrow night my job
i keep pretty so 
      i 
might 
my dear wifey comes home about 
an hour after me about an hour after 
     me and she 
         changes 
     then immediately starts 
doing 
   to do 
       but it's okay 
if i would 
actually go plans for my 
      job 
       i keep pretty 
so i

a cheater she cheated 
she can't see 
      tho 
         and 
she 
       is 
going on how to 
         take 
place
is 
anybody even
          morning 
or 
should 
    i make place
  i pant we had 
          some lame exchange sex life 
going 
tv i told 
her 
tomorrow morning 
   or should she see the 
       relation
   pay 
       wolves

Notes from a Dream

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This was supposed to be your time
Your culinary thrill of lacks
Of withholding and yet

Her red terry cloth poem
Was gentle and clever and despite
Its applause lacked an ending and I pin her against the brick wall and tell her so

It must turn sharp at the end I say
I show her in a delirium of fabrics
It’s an obligation, a blind frenzy, a hard stop

Then the lispy collagist from Texas and the beautiful
Blue eyed singer, face tight like a boxer
We share passions are fearless and abandon each other

At the now empty eating hall a gallery-quality life
Hewn  Yet the bathroom there a mess
The door blown off the stall

you have to explain

something about sliding the thin cardboard lid off
remember very specifically there must be a comma
between thin, cardboard … my body’s heat printed onto
into the otherwise cold floor, the shoebox shaped like a shadow
but somehow subtly connected to the idea of a shadow
the shadow representing something hidden-aggressive
the next line emerges, rhymes mask with dagger
suggests things are not what they seem for reason
white door, gilded knob creaks opens stage right,
i don’t notice — too involved, self-involved — i must have noticed
eyes close, nose inhales deeply, points of the lips twist up
the excitement of being caught, the rush of causation

you have to explain what you find
you have to explain what you find
you have to explain what you find
you have to explain what you find