mental health
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Mental Health Awareness Day Poem
But what does it mean the guitar drones too loud what says the producer if a producer was involved at all in these cai guo-qiang epiphanies of cookie dough pit bulls leash themselves to the intersection of two corners arrive with incredulity at the real problem which looks so much as the fake problem is…
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Hill of Jackals
Wikipedia Poem, No. 960 the sweetness drops by measured thematics or they disintegrate into detectives occupying extraordinary ottoman rudders brakes steered by nero’s america new roads car themselves before counterclockwise america is pushing clockwisecollapsing fireworks of america some theory controlchaos then the big boat gulbahar gulshah heatof bankrupt mercurial perturbations sitti cicek urinsane twin throttle…
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Protected: NJ Transit Poem
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‘What’ by James Schuyler
What’s in those pills? After lunch and I can hardly keep my eyes open. Oh, for someone to talk small talk with. Even a dog would do. Why are they hammering iron outside? And what is that generator whose fierce hum comes in the window? What is a poem, anyway. The daffodils, the heather and…
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Indefinite Traumatic Past
Wikipedia Poem, No. 684 joined indefinite floodplain indefinite homeowner indefinite homeless person indefinite political junky indefinite colonial invader indefinite disabled adulterer full-stop he claims indefinite migrant indefinite straight indefinite pirate indefinite poet indefinite fugitive indefinite soldier-bound indefinite fugitive indefinite strategist indefinite mass murderer indefinite sailor indefinite traumatic past indefinite war hero-bound indefinite mass joined father…
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“Seven Aphorisms” by Alda Merini
I am a furious little bee. ◊ To mistake shit for chocolate is the privilege of the overeducated. ◊ Every man is a friend to his own pathology. ◊ I never speak when I am not turned on. ◊ The gun I point at my head is called poetry. ◊ Every tibia loves its fibula.…
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“Da Aforismi e Magie” by Alda Merini
Sono una piccola ape furibonda. ◊ Confondere la merda con la cioccolata é un privilegio delle persone estremamente colte. ◊ Oguno é amino della sua patalogia. ◊ Non parlo mai se non sono accesa. ◊ La pistola che ho puntato alla tempia si chiama Poesia. ◊ Ogni tibia ama la sua fibula. ◊ Alda Merini…
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Augustin Pajou with Fragile, White Stalk on Prime Time
Wikipedia Poem, No. 560 apala your head on fox 1997 prevarititians somewhat sorry conocybe apala your head on the orderlies (eric payne r and when pam’s (tichina arnold center crazy twin cousin tammy comes to visit she doesn’t realize she doesn’t realize she escaped from a man acts against white dunce cap too long in…
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Teaching Literature in a Discredited Civilization
Wikipedia Poem, No. 496 houses on this dial paired with one who dials out and his block with many people on it one who moves verges on this pair one who dials out a broad bruised hand sitting on condescending they are many houses on a 5D model apartment dwellers wrong laugh condescending cry to…
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‘How is the sky like a grater, Jimmy?’
For James Schuyler How is the sky like a grater, Jimmy? What is sent up for shredding? Touches blue-bore and spark-moon, Cloud or torch in a rush against— No, not again, this Is how I am like a grater. So, what comes down lesser? Smaller, not sky. The sky Is neither catalog, Nor inventory, Litany;…
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