poem
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how the locksmith helped, draft 102120121741
you locked the door behind you what else could i do? you were young, i wanted more. in his suicide note K dreamed about Freddie — admired, envied — never locked silence then, wind and highway lights crawling now i remember you posing against painted brick wall posed as imperfection i had the locksmith come…
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One Long Fucking Question for Michael Robbins
What I’ve learned about long walks of course Was taught by the whiskers of a reservation man Lashing a horse Sterile tracts of pale kentucky blue grey shale Don’t take them Or take them seldom by mail Stretching out like a dying dog between The pickets and Queen Anne For a loss They can’t Be…
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untitled, 092920121223
it’s not enough to be clever; each little sound byte performance padded; deeper philosophies cold, carrying scaly sustenance; what is a poem if not a poem; a hard tea-thin blade dimpling the pink precious flesh of yr mother’s throat oh to bring her back; oh to save her; a poem —
art, audio, depression, desperation, entertainment, journal, lessons, life, literature, loss, love, meaning, media, mom, mother, poem, poetry, sadness, safety, self-doubt, self-help, sound, women -
untitled dreambook entry, 09122012xx
[i keep a blank moleskine next to my bed. i’ll wake up in starts and jot words, ideas. recently i rolled out of bed and found this entry. i’m not sure who wrote it. very weird. very minor editing.]
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super villain, no. 1 [draft]
Firstly, I’m begging— please stop —Let’s settle this: I’ve done nothing With my life &Deserve no thickly patAcross a hunched back Ten fingers, ten toesLove music, hate snowMiddle class, average nose So, quit it with the praise.Here’s my escape plan — no matter how bad it seemsfor me, hold the ambulances: [090320122231]
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“Proof that cinema is 50 years behind all other arts,” [draft]
The brain function! each line flirting dangerously close to each above suburban new jersey tan sandy sandals skin cement The patterns repeating! another handsome man illuminates his jaw foreground becomes background the first assistant cameraman earns his sleep and Fellini’s big toe is bleeding again On the third re-write: “Terrible! …
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untitled, 08282012
Ample legs firstDelillo crams Babette into a hacking jacket on credit,on blitzkrieg, on pineal cancer.
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untitled, 082620120512
keep yr both heels lifted high above yr head work is, we’re all sure, a poor excuse for rules mercy pockets burglar tools but stalks from door to door hopeful wields a rented ford and searches for a little more in spite of the police reports neither will be seen or caught.
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Lenny Bruce Tattoo I, v6 [082520122014]
time fogs a feather in her handwriting falls faintly beneath the steam on the surface of the mirror … covalent glyphs dribble down my chin the first time i hear her, the look in her eyes sun swirling across pepperbright skin … “what do you mean he kissed a leper? “what’s the point in that? you…
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