Debriefing (Purple Chrysanthemum in the Dark)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 980

purple chrysanthemums when he's locked in currency
Saddle River, 2019

purple chrysanthemums
when he’s locked
in currency

his girlfriend he presumes
can’t smell her rose
his long black presumption

in the dark
it’s nobody’s job
to shine boots

antoni sneaks off
stateless watches
arrange shirts the hour

he’s locked
each day precedes
verde lungs

value in chrysanthemums
his girlfriend dollar watches
blossoming arrangements of purple

he presumes he can’t smell her rose
he presumes blackness further
his girlfriend presumes he can

smell her boots
arrange her shirts
the hour sneaks off

locked in the dark
each day
lungs verde

it’s nobody’s job
to dirty dead boys
in the dark

Columbia, Columbia (Maybe Going Crazy)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 979

Columbia, Columbia

columbia columbia
and homelessness and livelihood? at last one lives? last year hundreds of
natural threats again the air near when one’s noisome elected
there one lives in advance of columbia — most populous most powerful
and live into one’s life in natural hundreds
as one’s somatic village abhors splendor

columbia has soured
columbia maybe going crazy
one called one’s life modern
affordable and populous germline
still pretty chill affinity live sustainably
hundreds of states wear bonne chance naturelle
disaster brocaded/braided against the mutated breast

columbia most populous catastrophes one’s
chosen to ignore hundreds rot of failure
of distance like from now on of time
a failure to live in suspect all one’s life
america can do? american nihilism has soured maybe it’s only
going ignored — the fires — although one’s

life in columbia hazardous state of writhing
cohort desegregates the fire most populous
most populous most populous power
one’s life in northern columbia nihilism
sour maybe it’s only
words writhing affixment to human-made

Monteverde Vecchio (He Can’t Smell Her Roses)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 978

He Can't Smell Her Roses art poetry surrealism photography

in his girlfriend he presumes
he can’t smell her roses
he can’t smell her boots
expensive watches arrange purple
chrysanthemums in the dark
it’s nobody’s job

in time
antoni
sneaks off
around lungs monteverde vecchio
even when
he’s locked away
the value of a dollar

even when
he locked
away the dark
it’s nobody’s job

see his
girlfriend arranging purple
chrysanthemums

it’s nobody’s job
to arrange these boots and
expensive watches purple
chrysanthemums

the time
sneaks off
in his long black hair
he is dead

sergio buys handmade leaf smoke
voiding his boys

he
presumes
he can’t smell her roses
in the
dark
it’s nobody’s job
to see his girlfriend he presumes
he can’t smell
her roses
so he presumes
he can’t smell
her beauty
even when
he’s locked
in the dark
it’s nobody’s job

The Making of Poems

Wikipedia Poem, No. 977

Rochelle Park, 2019

superbus

shows how   twice although they both turned   men took and rembrandt painted the 1970s made sense (or   not) of the art-historical or cultural upheavals of sexual violence against   women nancy princenthal dramatic perhaps but with replete with replete with replete without   physical princentury the political or psychological and coercion in artists have made for a male art-historical or psychological princenthal  writes pointing to convey it was inherently renderstood no era or culture has been a convey it in life abuse an extremis a new book an experience an  abuse

collatinus

his fantasies an  early 70s in seedbed performances himselves   invading their bodies to tie their bodies him as he masturbated an elegant account perform even if  some critics didn’t buy it or not quite their bodies to tie the obvious history and weaves in intimate relation and aggress   sexual violence in prince in seedbed percepts to an empts like chris burden account performances himselves the first agnes martists were  often account performance articulator describe more candy near a prize broad jump 71 offer the obvious of his best   

hardman 

she  convicts that no image  could become his sexual advance she could  subject was as if the could became his sexual advances   she conviction that no image conviction that no image could subject it   was as if the slaves offered her door she awakened he identified her two choices  she could become his sexual advances she could submit to his conviction that no image  conviction that no image could repress perhaps inadvertently going adulterous sexual advances she could become   his sexual advances she could submit to the could subject it was as if he submits to the body

uh oh (kaboom)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 975

Hackensack, 2019
the gunpowder if it ever exists dries ready full-mouthed  and mush   his
mission soon ends with no criteria    sì, quella spiga—    what athletic  
power passed the hum of squirrely / selfish putsch  down—    if darkly uplift  
the self gets righteous    right to the bottom—    quick, much is transparent 
and not raised against  the real polemic fear yr  inbox   as good as yr last   
intesa inteso—    i feel hiss intestines / push out against—    the night 
sufficient    still    bent between hiss pinching stamen & inject the sniff pop of 
style kaboom

Tribulation is Treasure

Hackensack, 2019
Odorless paint thinner; 
	Ready to use; 
	Danger!
Don't read from left to right, top to bottom.
Much comfort is not in much sleepe
What did Sherman Alexie do?
Almost liked a tweet from America's No. 2 cereal company.

Lean into your surreal sense of imagery. 
Wash hands immediately after use.
Why is Sherman Alexie important?
Perhaps it's captured by the gelatinous 
	march of the many-footed bowels. 

How much is Sherman Alexie worth?
Perhaps he provokes us with the green flowered vines 
	joy-sucking the mind. Etc!
Where did Sherman Alexie live?
Your account has been logged into.

Whose responsibility, this cleverness?
When the most fearefull and most irrevocable 
	Malediction is presented by thee
Combustible. Harmful or fatal if swallowed.

I try to write a radical polemic but fear the insurance bill.
Vapor harmful. Skin irritant.

I have no critical faculty yet I must scream!
Use to thin oil or alkyd colors or for cleaning brushes and tools. 
I don't understand Tumblr, but respect its right to be stylized as such.
Hard image, in a perpetual sleepe, tho it is a lie!

Abbas Kiarostami (Atlantic City)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 974

Atlantic City, 2019

the use of poetic dialogue
philosophical filmmakers
the allegorical use of storytelling

right knee lower left shin and calf

A sentence is a word in a photograph.

a cracked tower
yes
it was athletica sì quella

sua rete
ma
non aveva
in sé potenza
alcuna —
se cupamente pietro desert hacked
into the torn soil — the peaks are

still film cameras
penetrasse
gunpowder

bent along
its banks

what is it
it was an athletic
time
presto
trovò di una sua rete
ma non
aveva
mutilation alarmed ranchers
don’t think of the bank

film
cameras
penetrasse
gunpowder order
awaiting presumptions

resistenza alcuna
stessa sé —

LA RETE DI STEVE

arms akimbo
in princeton
in 2000
the famous
squirrelly record producer
in boring denim and black work
shirt chameleon-like
his wicked opacity
doesn’t applaud
when the band
finishes its final
song — there are
still film cameras
pentax nikon canon
is that guy picciotto
in the branches
of a pine tree?

Eight Parables of the Budding Fig

Wikipedia Poem, No. 973

later simon petra denotes
a proper name as reflection
of a noble patriarch or
that of a connotation of
new testament meaning precise
stone or red aramaic crag
dispute the time in rock or by
translation stone to petrus as

usual means stone to peter
petrus particularly in
acting class rock is called and the
syrian actors performance
shaved from the new testament or
crag others save their athletic
grief bringing combined names to a
male child along a greek jewel

but most scholars argue meaning
was simon of a fish act like
an unusual meaning for
stone theologian argue the
addition has been explained by
its name of well-known customs jews
at the rock disputed in the
attic it was a male child

the new testament and a brushed-
upon stone the old usual
meaning denotes grown from red rock
bloody act of creeping mire
mediaeval visions of
peter bubbling things to their doom
women who give consent up to
the second epistle of creep

and mire then their feet with doom
women who lend money are hung
by punishings to themselves from
their doom women who shoot a flash
of all the acts of barlaam made
to bottom the revelation
up to the writer of thomas
and bottom of revelation

driven up a great cliff by pure
conjecture with their filthy feet
with certainty in wretched hair
josaphat drinks a lake of them
hung by punishing mire the
mediaeval visions of
barlaam forced up a great cliff by
the late epistle of peter

we are delivered to the tongue
yes women lend money and are
hanged by visionary bottoms
that mediaeval vision-
ship in a pit creeping mire
they being women are driven
up through their hysterical doom
women who prescribe adultery

beside the goat cliff of their knees
hair-over-tongue women adorn
second epistle of fire
into bubbling mires of spit
spirit revelation vision
of torment saint thomas born of
gore fabric and poor narration
apostles proscribe adultery

Miyazawa Kenji

Wikipedia Poem, No. 971

clouds and the white stream brain
snow has-been tomatoes in the eyes
adrift on a mach of arms toward the bodhisattva
at dawn on the depth of everesting clouds

and the gloom the dark seaweed insects fly away in the washes
partition the twilight comes toward the blue radiant moonsteel pen
armed bird glittered clouds and curls its back mirroring hemp
like cracks veining the smell of the smell

a lily’s fragrance partitions the gloomy sky
white stream mind snow fallen phosphore
washes partition the sky in the sky
above the blue sky and the pistils of yesterday

stand curls its its its lips red rag of night comes forward
the sky and the smell of my riverbed branch
sky above the smell of a lily in the depth of birdglitter
quarrel with some living doubt bloodshot depths of pistils

green tomatoes in the gloomy white lily
its its its its lips red feathering my white seaweed
insects fly away in the smell of my white stream
ming-weed insects fly away in purple led sky bloomy white

stream mind
snow has fallen phosphorescent
partition the blue radiant moonsteel pen
the pen arms a heart’s content

left alone and roaming
with life in surround
in the pistils of green covered clouds and curls
its its its back

mirroring weed insects
fly away
the sky has been blue rays of depth
yesterday the strand the seashore water’s dead bodies

and numerous teen tomatoes in the depth of a lily
bloomy white stream
float away in my eyes and drift with someone
of membranes of wasteland-curls

its long headed body grits limp lips red rag of a lily’s fragrance
ripples rippling rippled with someone in the sky above their long arms
a queer bird glitters quarrel with life
surround the long arms of the heart’s content

stream mind snow
bitter beetle feathers weeding in the sky
and curls its bodhisattva head at the last membraneous rays of sunlight
white stream

mind of snow
fallen against the young phosphorescence
the falling sky above the blue sky
above the body its joints crack like veins

like long arms of a bird
glitter-quarrel with father again
light moon in the pistils of a lily’s fragrance
in the twilightning on a marching fog

almost imperceptible