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Poem
now outside are scary things out there children play other bells ring out then cease with mouths and thin skin everything with clout is immediate and blood waits for a bout below layers of paper my dog watches a goldfinch with her nose she cries and whines complains or does not understand the screen a hinge…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 279
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 277
synthetic slider material using the lubric stains dissolve paraffin or the back of the slider arranged in closed automatic fiber than from the cut-end opens and moves the trapped material uses cause and moves along alkaline as detergent apply directly onto the teeth do not end the always-should may caught in cloth removing methods…
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“Dante’s Beatrice” by Frederick Seidel (2006)
I ride a racer to erase her. Bent over like a hunchback. Racing leathers now include a hump That protects the poet’s spine and neck. I wring the thing out, two hundred miles an hour. I am a mink on a mink ranch determined not To die inside its valuable fur, inside my racesuit. I…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 180
a word augustus? on cities and positions capability of technique we are the same original champions success in superville devices we composed in sophistry this particular route through memory our warehouses mine back rooms methods of ariel hawksquill studies forget-me-not the mind’s sireling desirings sprayed above dubbed imagery from contact with einstein the words of augustus…
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Occipital Sacrifice
Give up the platitude For page 1 I know you have it in you; O me! O life! The old poets became poems Publishing houses, iconic paper Products, big muscular Names under which the poor Insert quarters, the confederate Rich remove rings Of Saturnalia, too On the nose.
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Microtransactions
Another Catholic trapped inside a tree This is an old song about what it means to be alive in the age of banking Another Hindi trapped inside the glasses of an accountant or an academic’s office hours or who can remember anymore The point is let’s be kind on one another Let’s stuff our…
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what characters?what images?thenwhat emotions? & how that blanknessprojects, flickersonto the clean white wall. where? where is the heroism?(cocksure bravado of loss?the drowning sonsaltwater bites his lungshis inutile handbreaking the ocean’s lens? ooh, thereI’ve gone and given itaway—retreat!peel through the pteridophytaknee-high, back to skull-island. they’ll remember you if you tell themwho? what character? which image? emotion? and what will they…
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Who Is Not Me But a Metaphor
It’s OK Say it No Out loud Good, good Next time yr held Or perhaps holding — that Core warm brand of love — Say it, again Just above a whisper It’s OK Say it To the sea wind To the cheap crumpled bed sheets by whom? To that masterfully grown blood orange…
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