Agamemnon and Clytemnestra(‘ ‘)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 950

continued into that / which no one believed her / agamemnon fell backwards into the temple

blessed her fact
that no one believed her
and darkness fell

this little temple snake
little lick her agamemnon fell in love
with the prophecy

clytemnestra weighed herself
and blessed her fact with a gift
foreseeing the gates of troy

during the prophecy clytemnestra
denied the desert island
foreseeing birds

gift of foresight
gift of prophecy
clytemnestra as birds

abandoned the gift
the sun went down
and granted her a fact

no one trusted her with the fact
a gift of birds abandoned over denial
the sun goes down and darkness falls

this little temple snake licks her
fact that no one believes
the fact believed her ears

the sun went down
and granted her darkness
and fell this little temple snake

eaten by birds abandoned on her fact
the gift of clytemnestra abandoned
the sun foreseeing destruction

darkness fell this obligation
foreseeing the gift of foreseeing
the poet eaten by birds abandoned destruction

continued into that
which no one believed her
agamemnon fell backwards into the temple

and darkness fell with him hesitates
this little predictive temple
licks fact the gift weighed heavily

on her darkness fell in love with the poet
darkness fell in love with the poet eaten by birds
to be eaten by birds abandoned by the gift

her curse was astonishing beautiful and dark
this little temple this little temple licked
the desert island poet eaten by facts

abandoned abandoned on god’s advances
he placed an astonishingly beautiful curse
the future in her little temple lick lick and lick

into that destruction of fact into darkness
the beauty that no one believed
her astonishingly licked agamemnon gone

MACMILLER-BOTHAMJEAN.ini

Wikipedia Poem, No. 846

there is that
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i’m thinking about an end
revealizing wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong
with all that sadness
internalized that typically we live
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internalized that typically we teach of trust
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i stay that sadness
internalized that typically worlded
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the world in the world i spectacle over earnest
seems to be had no apparent contributing
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examining myself was reading heartbroken
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in which i was steel for 4 years to the world
in the world i’m a thing about an acquaintance of sadness
internalized that typically we live
what is
when is
i’m this phenomenon of the world in which

Wikipedia Poem, No. 323

For Raphael


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_TWO
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_THREE
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pound fruit stall streets away 
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_FOUR
      through the planet 
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warmth to take a vision new york

_FIVE
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_SIX
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Papier Collé Paris 12 [draft, 041020131625]

yr typical wanting poem
gouache object of desire
elusively layered trompe l’oeil
Los Angeles downloading
New York cruelly
papier collé Paris 12

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of perspective 8 paid
to the shot clock 6 winding
down —

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the tousled crayon flowers
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like epaulettes

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have a drink
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