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Pruned by Flowerheads

Wikipedia Poem, No. 470

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“A map for a new respiratory system. / Nitrous oxide replaced by tear gas. / Our head and face boundaries collapse. // Now: cut across the canvas.” Theodoros Chiotis

if not changing then
flowering but coiled
around one's jaw 
pruned by flowerheads
        climbing from thoughtful
        pink illusions outside-in 
size color everything everywhere grown 
out of my heads (climbing despite
mainland macrophylla here in america    
which only grows in dangerous popular culture
the dangerous species is its own meaning 
some crumpled syrian estate 
pruned into blush red 
flowering plants in japan korea crimea
our ashen mainland

 

Pink Teeth

Wikipedia Poem, No. 464

rain falling out of the house
sparrow who swallows
river rushes an aluminum easy

noon rain falling out of the sky
planes and birds horizontal
the sky horizontal too the house grey

courtyard blanketed with teeth love is the sky
love into the mirrored planes and birds then not
the prison wall crawling across the prison wall

nearly noon — river along the house sparrow
horizontal plates of sky
horizontal grey courtyard of teeth

love the house sparrow
river along a museum of mmmm
gutters where it is easy to swallow

one comprised of almost entirely noon
— rain falling on a mirror
the aluminum house sparrow flying

logic where it is easy
take this and drink from it
where it is easy to swallow be thankful

to ra love slips down
a honey-colored sundres
one’s not then sky

nearly noon — let it fall
river
along gutter

where is the sky?
bees and birds into the sun
the house sparrow dead

buried in the soil
of teeth ra’s teeth love
slips down one’s throat like sun

three grey days in a row
a river along for the ride
take this and swallow

one painted with teeth
suddenly a single pink tooth
nearly noon then

Lilting Towards Bethlehem

"Jarred by thought's boomerang you waken / on an open hillside. This is what it means / to be opposed, alert." John Ashbery

“Jarred by thought’s boomerang you waken / on an open hillside. This is what it means / to be opposed, alert.” John Ashbery

Shoulders too narrow
Ankles wrapped in fat

Where art for your bones
What color your breast

Bent toward a queer pouch
Straight to a sneer slouch

Beer luge and bar stool
Oxblooded law school, teleporter blues

Content is King
Google bench in the zoo

Zelig demands
400 words on Transformers 2

His diary a cook book
Tarzan lifts Jezebel toward Kalamazoo

Mrs Butterworth says hop
Scotch will kill you quicker than Flickr

Marissa Mayer’s a lyre
Ford’s car culture’s on fire

Maternity leaves in a fog
MILF is a short bob toward identity hog, snob.

Wikipedia Poem, No. 65

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wikipedia poem, no. 25

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