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Isabel II in Exile
Wikipedia Poem, No. 967 understand ennobling forsaken; struck down, despair; perplexed, in all. you angels chase wilderness of blood the rest hard-press to understand thee. earnest of blood inters irrelevance. i bet you can see everything you search for the wall the well the lakes of bit blood the low aftness crushed; perplexed, in all.…
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New Mexico State Gem
What is your name? Never know. Hunched, picked offa pair’a you—neither crow nor winch. A thinggod backlit in neon after blessing us with neon. And I know what it means as a poet to carry this heavy basket—faint mason, invisible stevedore, passage of time, neither good nor right. I am fearful for firm and misunderstood…
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98 Dollars
After Big Bruiser Dope Boy I lay inside the sunThinking about the kidWorking at the gay barHow that night he made$98 in tips; It’s upTo the readerTo figure outHow to interpretOther symbols.
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American Flag (skinny.jpg)
Wikipedia Poem, No. 959 a camerica Broke the hill I hear the treaty after Coyotes’ blood Each pore inflamed For oxygen each pore inflamed For oxygen each pore inflamed For oxygen each pore inflamed For oxygen each pore inflamed For oxygen each pore inflamed For oxygen each pore inflamed For oxygen each pore inflamed For…
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What If Donald Trump Were Born Yr Dog?
What if Donald Trump were born yr dog I swear it 2:24 in the morning florid sky I taste sweet poison fill my teeth With us remember these confessions
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Head on Fire
The sustained atmosphere of loss was international there’s nothing better than boozing up not running long old i’m not talking crap sounding ugly nothing ugly being promoted look at that god damned cow boy hat they’re sitting here talkin porno stuff is yr head on fire? i smell the smoke it smells like yr head…
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1870
thoughtless deference to free men swimming by who mostly don’t—though sometimes must— respect the point of exclamation! / part and not part [sirens wail] [she moans] bean can and bottle top; variable dimensions are we talking about the made-thing or the making-thing drifts into reverie bamoun duala ewondo gunpowder igbo kikongo lingala yoruba sango twi…
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Big Fire (The Black Wind Begins to Blow)
Wikipedia Poem, No. 955 be good at everything astride a famous quote jack views composition in the best way possible man philosophy don’t take things u want to eat every good type of advice is basically aimed i am a very good dreamer i feel the avant-garde … a matter of review i think even…
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Sandor Clegane (Insomnia)
refuse to earn another necessary shit one reads pauline kael like a lover poured forth unseen swift unheard pre- historic pre-existence — now bountiful no one remembers the review one remembers the cinematographer Michael Ballhaus and the brother near- catatonic sops “I love you, Frank” under pallid piano smoke chops his elder down — i’m…
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