poems
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wikipedia poem, no. 14
“…of their surroundings’n their phones and tablets until their phones and pointed it acrossed texting and nodody sees this. Thefakeeson of their phones. “These weren’t concealed movements—the gun is very clear,” said the District Attorney in an apparently random encounter. “very clear,” said the District Attorney. “These weren’t concealed movements—the dozens of their phones.”
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Introduction to Wikipoem.org #algorithm #caveatemptor
idea 1: An introduction of poetry writing full copy, reorganize history The others unaware their short policy on society, that is Wikipedia Would they be using ? Would they be using Wikipoetry is an article or disliked, a collective undivided ideas, progressively same-central secretive work that of themes: narration, secretion, etc. History. More is there…
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wikipedia poem, no. 6
One airstream mechanism said to the Earth If it pleases, the lake’s water shall drain north into the Strait of Juan de Fuca Stops may be made with air flowing outward from language Filling the main trough—note the asymmetry—altered by glacial forces The M=O=U=T=H, the clear imprint on advancing land, retreating evidence of lake extension…
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Today’s Aphorism
It is not enough to write, you must revise;It is not enough to love, you must compromise.
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QUOTE, draft 100520131220
unlicked filth on bentbranch fingers & a chemical thin residue lean waits to be pleased across his mottled brow & thensudden cheekbone spikes no gleam. despite his mottling hair a swamp alive & long ago wet precious & fragile as a cradle unprintable man loved at impossible distance and when & when wise brown eyes…
body, book store, diction, draft, fiction, hair, illicit, literature, love, napalm, observation, oil, physical, poems, poetry, public relations, smart, spokesman, stone, streets, sweat, syntax, talisman, topography -
Jealousy [draft]
$24 You breathless fool; I’m supposed to swallow more After you’ve allowed some young blond buck To call you “triumphant outsider” for a touch Of sharkskin? Who’s fooling who? I still paddle behind through the city Gulp Prosecco, transport for two.
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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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