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 spanish birds, who have
paid dearly, roast in mount etna
sad face — i don’t want to burn

I don’t want to talk about my dad
he nods at every colloquialism
squatting in the alley, even

His students have paid dearly
do you have a story to tell
storyteller? stonecutter?

Worth it?
to manipulate
our constitution?

Good soldier of poetry
future filmmakers
figure its technical precision

We, as an audience, start to race ahead
the poem catches up with you
& leads you into uncharted

Territories — universal, simple
rules, 1916, an operation i have
inserted myself too much into

Biology. they will never make
a great poem — the die reads
four — just reads. 1,000-year-

Old poetry. the creation of the world
neither earth was yet there
who made midgar? the matchless

Earth, the green soft, a golden
capped rut of his skull, laconic,
beyond all this — a continuous

Story. the peregrine
kathy’s casino his eyelids his
dancing monkey his heavy lidded

Return to the colony
there’s an old joke
define the clan

I tip over the
vending machine
nothing comes out

But the woman
pushed it over & by god
the thing was done — a spark!

It’s a light. how patient
we are all here. yr voice
is so small and sweet.

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 my plastic
hammer i have
no respect for
other languages
or birds or the elderly
parked diagonally across
three quick edwardian lakes

i smile into a german car
i wish none harm
the past squeaks when
i am violent
the air forced from
my plastic head

i implore you
save yourself please
please i can’t
do it for you
i won’t

isn’t it enough to be bloody neon

Contains lines from Heather Christle’s “Beset By A Disk Of Radiating Feathers”

beset beach
feeding on mice and small birds fern owl
northern unreality waterboro of beget doctor
penguin sonnets for stallings only

the owl was a bakers daughter well-known
touched recent comely assassin
about it being easy it’s pretty hard it’s as hard as allen
baltimore house party
by its doleful hoot what does the owl’s egg
children or perhaps you down-
ing goodbye but rather makes the goodbye

horned owl how can i get one a lady
‘s touch suggesting some mal act of consideration
question then you’ve fucked up i take back what i said
from officials and guns — 
the night long-tufted or mottle-tufted
and the bill unleashed a torrent of timely
stuff after that leave directly that’s all
to an individual till transformation by
the owlishness of certain people
so coupled married beach stop smoking
barn own crossing the air over the road

History Spins on a Vertical Broiler

Wikipedia Poem, No. 879

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“A labor of setting bones. The bloodstain.” Qwo-Li Driskill

 

it is an anglo-american oil on canvas of british general james wolfe

hi russia
in many informal forms
english-speaking on only one leg
in many traditions
troops swung back and other ceremonies
a special marching world
in parades and forth without bending in russia
military parades and other ceremonies
as a result, their legs in many world wars
i and other ceremonies acquired military drills
in many goose stechschritt (literally, standing still in the mid-18th century

during by anglo-american oil on canvas of the same scene
for george seven years’ war).

and forth with nazi german military parades and the term
goose step rigidly straight the traditional troops swung back and other ceremonies
as a result, the 19th century formed on only one leg

is the same scene for the death of quebec during british general death of the theater of depiction

in parades and forth with nazi german drill in
many in russia parade forth without bending
in some english-speaking steps used by the goose step

of quebec during quebec death of the same scene

originated without bending the knee apparently
standing three-fifths of how geese
often standing stechschritt (literally referred to a pejorative

made at by anglo-american oil on west by an oil on canvas and indian war)

meaning their leg at a time was called to unity
off the world
in the term goose step
originally piercing three-fifths of over seventy countries

additional wolfe is an oil on canvas of british identity death
of the death of george french and nearly identical
wolfe is an oiled death of the same same enlightenment then

as a result the mid-18th century and is now used by tradition
troops swing the knee apparently
piercing step now used by the goose step now used by the mid-18th century
the ground one leg rigidly the stechschritt in many
in many in unison only one leg at a time

(which was the death general painting
an oil on canvas of british generals anglo-american theater nothing united
no kingdom indian war in america (which was of british stupidity
oily anglo-americans on canvas the scene for the ill of birth)

was called the knee apparently, stand
the traditional troops swung back and kept the goose
step is now used by tradition to their leg
rigidly straight
o, three-fifths of how geese often stand
the term goose step is nowadays heavily associated in unison

anti-artist death of the sinsame (which on canvas is death of the north american west depicting the seven years’ war (which anglo-american made an artist) it is

off tradition citation to russia military drill
in many russian militaries of how geese often stand
in russian military drills in parades in particular and other ceremonies
as a result, the knee apparently
piercing the term
goose step is now used by their leg
rigid nation in which one leg reminds soldiers
of how geese often stand
still for pennies on the dollar

well-known period. battle of the same scar on canvas of the same scene for enlightenment death is an artist the death of quebec nearly identical death of an artist depicting the new united kingdom battle-enlightenment son ending war

into a result the term goose step
or stechmarsch german military parades and forms on forth
with nazi german military parades and is nowadays heavily associated
without bending each leg at a time
later applied their leg reminded and sold

Ignis H.W.

Wikipedia Poem, No. 874

He bombs the fuse

in 1948 poppy as outdoors
were still import brought mr bush
great pleasure he still imports 
brought mr bush’s movements sport
brought mr bush player and often used it regular disease
began to baltimore
he began to concentrate
pouring in regular disease
beckoning to be on his desk in the concentrate
pulling on regular disease
beams a baltimore oriole
gamut with boat on the concentrate
perform it regular play for his hand
he swore in 1948 poppy was his wife
barbara often squeezed it regular at playtime
concentrate its put 
on regular disease beknighted captain of the game
even after vascular blew down his captain of egypt
to concentrate play it regular player
and he swore in texas on his first two baseballs at yale
as his sense of egypt to an olive oriole
even vascular disease became captain of humor
when he began to conch brought mr bush’s movements to sport
and his years as a spark in a gamut of boats
the fidelity nobody asked for brought mr bush great pleasure
he oiled his players for gristle sport
brought mr player to the asking game
even in texas even in texas
he was known in 1948 as fidelity — nobody asks to sock his wife
even in texas even in texas 
barbara often used regular disease concentrate
put it regular
played it in time
concentrate remember
bemoans the captain of humor
sport courts mr bush with great pleasure

and the light explodes.

Baker Day, 1950

Wikipedia Poem, No. 873

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crepare dalla bile perché arriva sempre 
       secondo 
dopo Andrea.
  
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crepare dalla bile perché arriva sempre secondo 
        dopo Andrea.

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Ash Armor Beach

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

i am a head on a stick

Wikipedia Poem, No. 868

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with honesty and love
he carried 
me over the earth
to 
       burke reason, honesty and didn't once put my 
head on a stick
or make me 
    do terrible things 
to the truth

now i am a head on 
      a stick
made to 
do terrible things 
and love
       trauma 

many other kings
from their hearth
pull gratitude 
from people i had hurt
carry me 
    without the gratitude of people i skewer with magic
made to do terrible things
to burke reason, honesty and earth

i am a 
head 
i am a head 
    on a stick again
and didn't never once love
the earth
who burkes reason, honesty and 
wompsters alike 
have carried me through gratitude 
to people i had once loved
and burked myself  
with reason, honesty and mirth

i am a head 
on a stick
made to do terrible things to truth
     
a head once loved
a head 
on a stick
made to do terrible things and never once loved
tubercular wompsters 
have carried me over the earth
      to the granite people stuck 
on a stick
that
once loved
 the truth as a trunk
      
i am a g and a wompster 
carried beside the earth
to 
burke reason, honesty and fellow 
wompsters 
don't concern yourself
with my trauma 

many kings 
once loved
the head i have become
 
don't once love yourselves
head concerned 
with trauma 

many kings
many truths

i am a head once loved
on a stick
made to do terrible things
to heaven
          to the 
earth
to burke 
reason, honesty and wompsters 
     
i have carried myself over the earth
to 
burke reason, honesty 
and wompsters 

i am a head 
of
     many kings don't concern themselves with
love
do terrible things
       to burke reason, honesty and truth

i am a head once loved
for its amplitude of attitude i had on a 
stick
and chompers 
chomping all over the earth
to burke reason's honesty and don't come once loved 

and many kings  
and many traumas 
and many earths 

burke reason
honesty and don't 
and don't and don't

‘The geezer alcoholics in the corner?’

Wikipedia Poem, No. 867

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break into air 
     
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   leather man
          breathe into air 
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   licked back 
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and 
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another 
      man
        break 
into 
leather 
     man
don't break
don't break man
     don't break   
       
look leather 
man
       break it or lose it 
     leather 
man
break the air 
man
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hoplite bannister  

leather man
      slip into 
        the air 
like a man
          breaks in his  
      leather 
man
breaks into 
          the hairy air 
       leather rip
    jacket rip
licked backseat 
          nothing
man sniffling 
a diagram
then sentenceless i don't exist rip
        lick leather men sniffing 
about arson
one might hang 
  about 
arson around
  one night about 
     like smoke
one might 
   break the air 
          smoke around
       one just might smoke leather man

‘Noir, NJ’ by Paul Muldoon

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When I wake up in a strange bed
Beside a girl called Pam
I try to play the whole thing down
And give my name as Sam
It’s clear I’m way out of my depth
It’s clear that she’s dropped a dime
It’s clear that even I suspect
I’m guilty of some crime
I know those goons by the streetlamp
Are champing at the bit
I last saw them on board the train
Before we took a hit
And jumped the observation car
Only to lose our way
In a nightmarish railroad yard
Somewhere near Noir, NJ

When I squint through the slatted blinds
Pam orders juice and eggs
She’ll let a man do the legwork
While she works on her legs
It’s clear her husband was a wimp
It’s clear he had no spine
It’s clear she lit that cigarette
To give the goons a sign
I know that it’s a rule of thumb
A gumshoe’s fingered me
When ladies who’re high maintenance
Meet lighting that’s low key
They’re just so many femme fatales
Who have been led astray
And now lure plainclothesmen et al
Back there to Noir, NJ

When a sergeant with a scattergun
Meets a shamus
Halfway up the stairs
Somewhere between Paterson
And Paramus
They redefine the parameters
And bid us welcome, hey, hey, hey,
Welcome to Noir, NJ

When I flash forward through the murk
Of who did what to whom
I’m pretty sure I don’t deserve
To die here in this room
It’s clear I’ve been double-crossed
It’s clear that I’ve been framed
It’s clear that Pam’s husband was half deaf
From how they shout his name
I know I’ll be reduced to pulp
She’ll gulp with her orange juice
If I don’t reassert myself
She’ll kick in my caboose
It’s not too late to be hard-boiled
Like the eggs on Pam’s tray
Through even her pistol would recoil
At what happened in Noir, NJ

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Source: Muldoon, Paul. Joyce Carol Oates, Editor. New Jersey Noir. Consortium Book Sales & Dist, 2011. Print. pp. 217-218.