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Mutant City Acid
Wikipedia Poem, No. 890 enough you can own the concordant sickness ringing it’s way into yr heart i’m here everything i thought was funny when i was the enemy mutant city acid: damp hedges a church the modest hours that guide the modest hours that would be lost if not for a drug conviction i…
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To Please the Yelping Dog
in cutlery a fork from latin furca for pitchfork utensil fulcrum of metal long handle terminates in a head branches narrow curved tines with which one can spear food to hold to cut to lift to the mouth
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A Crisis of the Heart and a Crisis of the Soul
Wikipedia Poem, No. 886 the desert on hand . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .…
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The Artists’ Head Strung from The Artist’s Head
Wikipedia Poem, No. 885 drop anything my brown kitchen stand falligators quarries airfields swamps post-industrial towns no weather here deep withering made-thing in beautiful or dissociated harmony frying up the stuff and father we make we sort we tell stories you’ll see you said what i don’t call those i read of you here i…
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‘is what it seems’ (Kevin Beasley)
Wikipedia Poem, No. 884 is what it seemsdesigner british stamps her stamp panache textures colors material japan paris spring artistic pain paying homage color direct material texture wing influence white cutting kimonos infuse graphic diagonal cuts infuse strength touch of glossy leather and love power grown of pronounced shine refined aplomb celebration of shine generous…
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Artifacts of Reference, No. 34
Tomorrow is my birthday. If anyone is in the meatpacking district and wants to eat hella pizza and drink reasonably priced cocktails HMU. Please share this and let everyone know what a terrible poet I am. You can be anything you want.
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Annie Baker
I’ve explained this before cut this line & the one before cut — a metaphor & a beautiful sweater Anyway, george bush the first is drowning has drowned — Let’s get on with the poem: I trip over the sky I am, she says, hideous language, she says drinks double IPAs like chainmail Even his…
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Really Big Beach
the boy’s fingers tie a dozen plastic battleships with copper wire to unstretched canvas anselm kiefer mistakes monet’s grainstack for pure painting tell the story of colin powell at the united nations advocate of war in 2003 his staff covers guernica with a curtain atlantic blue anselm kiefer purchases the mülheim-kärlich nuclear reactor i swipe…
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