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Ash Armor Beach

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computer     christopher christopher
on view at   emerson college in boston
ash used giroux straus and marrow
of gesture the   house the sonnets  for beaches everywhere
used  giroux   as  ash   started   used  giroux
started used giroux  straus and marrow
of gesture of light of marrowbone of
the house  the   beachsonnets
marrow suck of   gesture the house  the house  the house
sonnets baked deeply on the beach as poetic     ash
started  using  giroux daily of  cheerleader
on view at emerson college in boston
of  gesture-light  and marrow-light
the house the house  the only   armor was
the northern-most computer
christopher on view  at emerson  college in   boston
ash started using  giroux for  gestures the house the   house the house
sonnets on the beachsculpture   light   and mighty marrow might of gesture
the   house the  house the house

The Collected Poems of Capita Mortua

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Wikipedia Poem, No. 761

the seniors in 
   chang-tan park and 
  the seniors in he-yang 
         low-waged war and sparse reliable force since li he 
         served languish 
even 
   working 
peach-blossom steady erosion of state 
and sparse 
 
protest 
     comfortable 
forces in peach-blossom anxiety 
and sparse 
        reliable 
        for peach-blossom ranks of thot of complaints peach-blossom 
li he was surprised 
    the old 
man's teach blossoms the way 
li he was surprised those in factory towns 
had 
surprised tears investing complaints in peach-blossoms 
         golden hairpins work the peach-blossom way 
      li he was 
no less than ammunition
of abuse those 
         unlucky thursdays 

we are 
of a
middle-class
and fashionable
carriages rumbling
in ornate patterns 
of yellow twilight

Source: Cohen, Patricia, and Robert Gebeloff. “Public Servants Are Losing Their Foothold in the Middle Class.” The New York Times, 22 Apr. 2018. Web.

“Charles Bernstein”

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Charles Bernstein,
Here is my litany,
How does it compare
To yours? Not a thing,
But an original tense,
Unknown to word, sound
Or light—the carefully pent
Birthday present
Approximately the size of a bowling ball
And the weight of a human heart
As you remember it—
Bowed and hysterical, still
Forever and unobserved.