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Moyecques
The super ball is a comet rips through passive air. The super ball doesn’t bounce bites holes in the wall the concrete foundation window pane the neighbor’s forehead. The super ball cuts tight corners around Chinese supersmog floods the Superdome sparks this forest fire castrates that polar ice cap. The super ball is a nuclear…
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wikipedia poem, no. 17
6 days account that I am a long household feeling from drunkenness self I have no deal withdrawn from drunken up he is very close There I drink quality time I do not want sympathy I’m supposed to deal with me I drink me My eyes have changed; my husband (although being stories I am…
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Elegy for, by /r/Poetry
“The thoughtless World to majesty may bow Exalt the brave, & idolize Success But more to Innocence their Safety owe Than Power & Genius e’er conspired to bless” -Thomas Gray a fancy ballerina human connection is a fancy ballerina human connection is littered with crystals How do you grieve for a profile picture? Life is…
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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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Untitled, 072820131301 [draft For Gettysburg, Whitman]
Smell the breath of grass First at their backs and bayonetted sides Because this, the duty of the living:
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how the locksmith helped, draft 102120120753
you locked the door behind, you what else could i do? you were young, i wanted more. in his suicide note K dreamed about Freddie — admired, envied — never locked their door. silent, wind and highway light crawling sharp, i remember you mad against the white brick wall posed as imperfection. i had the…
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how the locksmith helped, draft 102120121741
you locked the door behind you what else could i do? you were young, i wanted more. in his suicide note K dreamed about Freddie — admired, envied — never locked silence then, wind and highway lights crawling now i remember you posing against painted brick wall posed as imperfection i had the locksmith come…
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untitled, 092920121223
it’s not enough to be clever; each little sound byte performance padded; deeper philosophies cold, carrying scaly sustenance; what is a poem if not a poem; a hard tea-thin blade dimpling the pink precious flesh of yr mother’s throat oh to bring her back; oh to save her; a poem —
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