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Wikipedia Poem, No. 377
down? the sky is not a catalog, an inventory, a litany; it is sent up for grating? vision touches blue bore and flake moon cloud or men in a rush against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, again, this is how i am like a grater? what…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 376
of sizzle—her innards disposed of meaning sow plated for a child in the hourglass faces down thin strips of sizzle—her innards disposed of meaning to letter law it is passionate play that is passionate play that is passionate play the comprise of choices it is cold here—stuck through with the bear— that is cold…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 347
to quarter the weather hence quarter the hull of the ship a nautical order keeps weather a distant blip apart aloof a gage of windy thrusts keeps the quartered slip quartered further against the gage of rain from gagging grip
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inversion* of “Sexualizing Picasso on the Cross”
Codger, old maid or bone-dry instep, a stagnant silence over cloud Interior remains sneaking under—yes, me, yes, my polite Infertility—uncooked acedia, never invulnerable frost Protects a circle-bare sky or dank reverie of useless yttrium Yields free under these asses, cool, must remain. *here, an inversion is a poetic exercise in which one takes a poem…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 159
know everytime you lamp-light in the army my retired arms are patterned in a basket of week-old wild dildos ask “What shattered soon, Berryman? Fiction is a cop out.” keep up again or miss our mouth doom mistaken again or miss what’s full of sky and angel obvious and desperately said in suicidal (irradiated)…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 156
“‘The pussy and the ass. They are the cupcake and the pastry. Because one tastes sour and one tastes sweet.’ ‘Darling,’ said Adeline, ‘which is it?’ ‘That’s the mystery of the cupcake and the pastry. No one knows. It depends on your personal preference.’” — from Jarett Kobek’s “i hate the internet” ONE thickened, fleshy…
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Frank
frank take the plastic bag off yr head poets planted light here not people poets with banana plants for tendons or poets’ armies of thick carbon fiber killers faces loaded with pulverized crocus frank bring me proof of meaningful life beyond the gun range poets frank were sown in victory’s…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 145
attention comes in and Mrs Dennison smiles smart in front of M her laptop computer’s wallpaper neatly going to his lush chair S realizing his lush chair can’t go through another kid him realizing the two men are over stacks in luxurious come their steelplastic hybrid they capture currents we can’t go through another kid…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 118
Cartwright calmingly my hero main part was just recomment it Finally I did most of a more though, big heart was extremely courteous, and I though, big head, rathead her wonderful looking in particulars I reaping was just a cold bath, and when lit it for Yeats, and still don’t feel he was just recomment…
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