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Kyoto, Nov. 2019

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both boy
and girl
please note
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iron heart
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Confessional Poem

Battered Cat, Survival Cat; Kyoto, November, 2019

this world
sorry
remains

or humanity
sun chops through bowling
the six forty

essential as a fax machine
here’s some good advice
demand luxembourg in the alley

who knows his motivation?
you simply hold all available
hands outward, palms up;

six whistles
doddering thru
tropical depression

her brunette history
stole
of friendship

as a friend places his twisted
erased
bottle durango — no one owning anything

of a sugar shell
one by one
after thermite nights

authoritative as a poet
listening to sparrows pr plans bombfall

or pins rattling inside out
what does it taste like?

in the back of mike’s
from one who demands better worm

at the brewery
erasing
carbon

it’s all
you can do
unless

hole
wide purse of
advice

his palms to yours
the inert grenades

slowly beautifully you’ve nicked
luxembourg or humanity
hands into hands

Simile on the Morning

Osaka, 2019

cherry wave moves fast
consumes gas spark oxy
gen ignites momentary true

tears
apart
asphalt

gives it all away for pennies on the dollar

corpse
of oak

wave of pattern-making
gone now so maybe
aerated biomass
bound to steel
screws i once loved

as a lecture
well cared for
white curator
of white curators

my hands in my filial head

translation
concrete

as total aesthetic loss
as movement

Mating and Cuddle Settings

Tokyo, 2019

I want to call
specific attention
to the mating
and cuddle
settings,
because
they result in
a nearly
perfect
breeding
situation.

Great Emotional Distress

from drink
her wife
laughs

she breathes
hard and
throat cracks

in her sleeping
layers of
green magma

rise up
through her body her
old girlfriend math

the poem
can take a punch
through green ice

scream for
attention
like a snake

with
wings squeezing her neck why laugh now? the
trauma

behind her back
did she remember
to brush her teeth

with a knife
she’s a small man
and she assumes

she will strike
her skull
with a mallet

force a hose into
her mouth
and fill her belly

with water
this makes it
easier

for the blade
to separate
the skin

from
her body
still hard

to understand
why her
wife is laughing

the
neck a threshold between body and
world

leaches
build cities on her tongue
she’s allowed

their need
for power
and profit

to supplant
her need
for kindness

and contentment
now
suddenly

she’s unconstitutional
the problem
is her

insistence
everything be
histrionic, but orderly

from celebrity
marriages
to concentration

camps
doctor help her please
dream

abstractly
the door
left

unlocked
around her teeth
plink

through the night
twenty eight
gorgeous porcelain

necks
she remembers
the dreams of others

before
her own
the selenite grotesquerie

of her exposed
femur
cause

the viewer
great emotional
distress

No Means of Production (Social Distancing)

"Many people are perplexed each spring by the sight of a cardinal attacking its reflection in a window, car mirror, or shiny bumper. Both males and females do this, and most often in spring and early summer when they are obsessed with defending their territory against any intruders. Birds may spend hours fighting these intruders without giving up. A few weeks later, as levels of aggressive hormones subside, these attacks should end." allaboutbirds.org

correlation
of dizzy
dive light and
images fade
at the end
of divine
capital —
like a life
preserver
enamoured
concrete
vile fawn
at the
bottom
of file
architecture like
rainbows
demand it’s okay
not to pose
here among
posy
cardinals
never stop
look in the mirror
it’s time
to talk
politics

Double Freilicher

The ribbon around a bomb.

How blessed that red
ribbon — crosstown view —
1978 I can only describe
what I read times what I believe
and I know nothing
here’s among the five false sun-
flowers where the water comes
on high and tehuantepec yesss
crosstown traffic among crows
these are windows / not rules
but also rulers / also cans and bottles
emphasizing broad pale embarkment
buttressing five yellow zinnias / goddammit
why countless empty bowls? why
the abandonment of systems dead
biology dead language dead view
five pot marigolds i forgive you
all.

Everything You Expect

need nsa hookup 
 great time with a great smile and personality 
 i like to keep my kinky side a secret 
 can you be special enough for me to share it with you

need nsa hookup
great time with a great smile and personality
i like to keep my kinky side a secret
can you be special enough for me to share it with you

i wish my father called me on my birthday no homo

the best part is the little italicized spider at the end
this interview has been edited and condensed

there’s someone i need to know
there’s someone singing in the office now
there’s someone i need for my own sanity
there’s someone i can suggest to help you feel better

waking up in osaka with a painful sore throat

when times turn tough presidents can hop on air force one to escape the country for a while and stride purposefully across the world stage

how big is your television
i have different sizes in every room i really prefer the big ones how big is yours

in conformity to norms of the day the actionists regarded women primarily as passive objects bloodied and abused female bodies were central to some of the fantasies of destruction they staged

discovering the pad of my left foot slightly sticky against tatami

opuntia or prickly pear was introduced to kenya by british colonialists in 1940s as a living fence but has grown out of control in recent years plaguing elephants and other wildlife and tearing through ranches and farmland

an old man pulls a heavy stone tablet across a nightingale floor

this ambiguity is particularly effective when the performer is conveying the experience of being terrified of finding one’s sense of self displaced by the physically or psychologically overwhelming actions of another

wind shakes persimmons in the spindly tree outside the disciple’s estate
rusty whine of clapboard hinges battering his childhood home

there is always a sparrow flitting
in the flowerbeds

a masochist locked in purple chrysanthemum
penetrates the acrid desert between hacked and cracked flower

the crewmembers of the delight meanwhile comment to each other on the pequod’s use of a coffin as a life buoy

Sleep Home Baby

Wikipedia Poem, No. 983

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the one 😁😉😉 e i e i will have to sleep soon
there in a few minutes i’m going home baby be the one home thee in a few minutes i’m going going gone home
baby be the new one home baby be there into a new one 😁😉😉 e i will you want a pic
go into a new one going home baby be the one 😁😉😉 e i e i e i will have anothere in a few
minutes i’m going going into a new one going going gone home baby be thee in
a few minutes and i’m governing home the office going home right now but i have me to pic get back g and go into a new
hole e i
will be there in a few minutes i’m going
going going
home baby be to thee in a few
i’m going
going going home there in a few i’m going coming gone
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Thinking About Zuihitsu

Wikipedia Poem, No. 982

Tokyo, 2019

i feel my eye
my wife
glaring

this
ambiguity arcs
particularly effective

clicks i
feel
my eye

my
wife stares
this ambiguity

conveys the
corner
of the physically

and psychologically overwhelming
ambiguity
these particularly

effective clicks
i convene
my eyes

my wife
hunting actions of being
actions of kofi annan

of newt gingrich of
another herd of clicks
i feel my eye

my wife deconstructing one’s sense
being terrified—of finding the performer is particularly effective clicks
i feel my eye

my wife passes on
no action on being this
singular trail of blind bursts