Heavy Petting (Heavy Drinking)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 676

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“Define loneliness? / Yes. / It’s what we can’t do for each other.” Claudia Rankine

please show me anywhere
machines are pouring
out over plato’s erosion
reiterating: read this
dead dubious pink ruin
my television show

oh, pungent amphitheater!
what is poetry for? oh
pungent amphitheater
poetry for what? oh, pungent
amphitheater what a question
machines pound the ground

through string
you never notice
how all this reads across
the dubious
pink landscape
ruined by television

reiterating: read this
with my dearest erosion
show this pungent amphitheater
what poetry is for, oh
pungent amphitheater
poetry is for christmas

Wikipedia Poem, No. 368

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“Oh. Yes. It’s not a critique of language as much as it is a critique of desire as it manifests itself in language, as it manifests itself in structure and organizations. Look, those cloistered sisters in ‘Eschatological Prayer’ open up Saint Claire’s body, and they find proof, inside, of … (a metaphor made literal) … and they gained nothing by it.” Jorie Graham

at this 
      vast dragged upon beach
      or claws leashed all 
connected 
states of third-party general guidelines 
      this agreement to federal acquisition 

     if we have no rights 
         protected states or networks 

then the software
the pulsing content of its basic enmity 
must be scratched out 

     if we have 
no more time 

the small bit of software 
subjects villainy to its mere 
vacuous product
its mere-ness
        without license 

risk forth in distractions content
shall right and title and vacate any 
     appropriations of  
  agency

Wikipedia Poem, No. 268

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“So the first dignity, it turns out, is to get the spelling right. ” Robert Hass

 

walk south west becoming-man
walk north east colombian teen
stretched overhead not yet static

from under a baby blue polo
a slingshot no the sky what
is he looking for the divine

not yet hands scrape static
from under a baby blue sky
what is he a colombian teen

stretched thin brown hands
scrape under a slingshot
no the sky the looking rod

not yet young flanking through
his brown handsome powerful
pelt peeks out from under a baby

a slingshot no what is he looking
at a scrape of static in the sky
the beast on terrace place becoming-man

walks north east the colombian stretches
thin arms overhead handsome young
powerful a slingshot through his brow

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Wikipedia Poem, No. 206

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from the french
nous tuons seulement
prevalent neon plains

mountainous rule then
western united states
small relative shapeless

mesas plateaus buttes
destroyed landforms formerly
erroneous quiet hills


Sources:

“The shore toward Popoyo”

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The shore toward Popoyo

The shore toward Popoyo nor unassuming nor curated nor charming its body absolute nor fickle nor bending nor concerned its character weathered nor portrayable nor vapid nor given to scale the severe meseta nor dead its cheekbone nor clamoring nor a field of ideas