nature
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A Noisy Phalanx Is a Safe Phalanx
I impute, with geometry, Hoplite. Consciously I do this to you, Too-Beautiful Poemtaker. Remember John to Philip wrote: “Don’t worry about it Levine, you’re ugly enough to be a great poet.” That’s filled with funny truth — oozes out of the recoiling seams, the reactionary-gunman seams. The Ugly Poet pities him — Perfect Gator…
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Beavers
“Being a writer is a lot like being a beaver. The beavers’ teeth itch, right? So that’s why they cut down trees. Right? Because that’s the only thing that stops their teeth from driving them crazy.” David Mamet
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Orpheus Charming the Animals
Wikipedia Poem, No. 646 A note for readers: Each occurrence of an asterisk in the following poem represents one slow, deliberate breath in through the nose (at least three seconds) and out through the mouth (at least three seconds). Silently count each inhale and each exhale. You are permitted to think about anything at all…
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Progress Rapidly in a Seemingly Uncontrollable Manner (5 August 1908)
Wikipedia Poem, No. 632 galloping eyes breeding that’s broad social observation 1913 and again free again free hypoallergenic grassy embankment zero two eight gross to the nines 1919 eight hundred and twenty eight third class passengers we counted r eight hundred and twenty eight third class passengers again reproach membrane between 1922 renamed a parking…
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Three Feet
Big chocolate My wife found one on the internet With only one foot
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New Jersey Poem
Wikipedia Poem, No. 529 decade playing again i must love this liquid game be cause i’m playing again stomach i remember my body hello i am down here on vacation chaos result its my baby to ruin those perfect teeth ignored bull you wouldn’t want to ruin those perfect teeth you wouldn’t want to put…
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Cause Trouble in the Yard
Wikipedia Poem, No. 521 tent dawn as my tent of a new day as my tent of a new day as through the se sun is rising aboutrustling about sporadically announces the air is cool and begin to adjust the air is rising aboutde my tent i see my tent sporadically announces through the se…
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Anti-Villanelle
Wikipedia Poem, No. 513 never trust a lawman a tragic figure a brass roman pendant hooked upon a poke a magic recursive idol this brass poet oinked by the academy of american pedants click here to sniff at other work from poets click here to hang either/or an exclusive commission for the academy of american…
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Corruptions in Nature
“I know where you’re taking me” chit! the tufted headboard sneers in ice-colored silence chit! chit! beside a self-possessed brown woman with neither a name nor eyebrows chit! chit! chit! and six-figured earrings; sniffling mongrel inside the leica chit! slurps wild gooseberries and soaks his chalky bastard skin in champagne; chit!…
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