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Parallel Sunsets Hidden in the Head of the Word

Wikipedia Poem, No. 948

i’m the only one who tells me when the poem calls
that poem the pancake color of my charged-up
fingernails that were no rhyme scheme
your head was a poem called lookiat
charging burn of my fingers
that was the intellectual me where
i am i am seeing the poem doesn’t have
to cope with heroes
you did it and you saw it
another wasted intellectualism of fuck it
they would have curved no metaphor
for the poem called your life and it gets tasty
that poetic squid head of quotes rising
above the horizon i finger the radio
or you don’t have to cope
with his going out for non-renewable resources

pull back the color of my heroes
didn’t you decide on an electrical power source
you don’t open into it the poem calls lookimy
heroes ;; another outlet for deicide kettle’s on
you saw it acquire some branded intellectual shock
we look like sui generis bedrock gardens
we look at sui generis bedrock gardens
fingers plasma!! it doesn’t have a squid head
or you look back at the black outlet weeping
like a weapon the storm hammer club her human body
it has a god given right to the poetics
of a stock car violin
intelligence betraying stone
cut from etna i was called a poem
look for an outlet in hopes i would
char char char

EPIGRAMS

sniffing around behind Carmine Starnino

I found it, and alas, it was utterly restored

The initial day of a calendar serves as a historical time-lapse camera. And, basically, it is the same day that keeps recurring in the guise of holidays, which are days of remembrance.

The dream of life is dreamed on a bed that is too hard.

The mind seeks what is dead, since what is living escapes it

[The NRA] should either put up or admit there is no Second Amendment guarantee … We are confident in our challenge because there is no confusion in the law on the issue.

A well-regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.

In the depths of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.

The more I handled things and learned their names and uses, the more joyous and confident grew my sense of kinship with the rest of the world.

bring me
to where
my blood runs

Sources:

One Hundred Uses For a Fern

Wikipedia Poem, No. 780

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“A change in the concept of sexual identity is essential if we are not going to see the old political order reassert itself in every new revolution. … The charisma of Man seems to come purely from his power over [women] and his control over the world by force, not from anything fertile or life-giving in him.” Adrienne Rich, from “When We Dead Awaken”, 1971

ask before the hand privilege grant figurative praerogatin privilege grant comitia populi tributa with tribus cently with tribus cently a favor or privilege grant to stretch out the hand from privilege grant first in the roman comitia populi tributa from prae ask before voting to voters who by lot reg move in privilege grant figurativirus chosen who by lot voters rally a stretch out the roman comitia populi tributa noun use of 100 vote first from rogative use or election from lative 14c in praerogative use of 100 vote 14c in a favor late 14c in anglolative use of fern

On Politics

Wikipedia Poem, No. 642

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seine          of the times
republicans like roots
                          diction control
                                          means         colorful
butchered meats leak from vines
the most popular color in the world     sky
strawberry  parsley  persimmon  almond  eggplant
meaning normcore              roots        goody-goody                    
call diction a spoiled system          friction addiction in america
reformist         reagan democrats                    
drawn to don    america's evolving empirical     mugwump
goody-goody     trawl
used in   macomb county       
and as such         podesta in chains                       
diction ally dossier in     mean business 
and by their lowest common slings
beleaguered trawling middles

Wikipedia Poem, No. 368

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“Oh. Yes. It’s not a critique of language as much as it is a critique of desire as it manifests itself in language, as it manifests itself in structure and organizations. Look, those cloistered sisters in ‘Eschatological Prayer’ open up Saint Claire’s body, and they find proof, inside, of … (a metaphor made literal) … and they gained nothing by it.” Jorie Graham

at this 
      vast dragged upon beach
      or claws leashed all 
connected 
states of third-party general guidelines 
      this agreement to federal acquisition 

     if we have no rights 
         protected states or networks 

then the software
the pulsing content of its basic enmity 
must be scratched out 

     if we have 
no more time 

the small bit of software 
subjects villainy to its mere 
vacuous product
its mere-ness
        without license 

risk forth in distractions content
shall right and title and vacate any 
     appropriations of  
  agency

Wikipedia Poem, No. 248

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“I lie out / dragging myself forward with bear-knives in my fists.” Galway Kinnell

 

      i begin to the next 
groan

i spend climb 
the old snow on the thigh and 
fall— 
      fall one day i begin 
to keep up 

at 
        night 
reappear 
   
       blows 
     of 
        bear-transcendence   
     the fairway i 
  begin to hunt him down as i knew 
   i would   
        and which i lurch

the word "hunt" appears precisely
no time in Gallway Kinnell's
poem
 
no 
     mattering wonder old snow the bear him 
and digest of the wind 
      
       at 
the 
      flyway 
      
in her ravine 
in 
the bear's 
blood the world 

at 
dismayal
   i awaken 
i 
          tottering wonder 
old snow the dismayed 

   i awaken a third 
i 
       begin toward winter and 
    gnash it up
splash on think 
      must rise 
come to the trail behind 
        me 
and down 
          my nostrils 
    
          flared  
           

and which 
       way to 
   begin the seventh day

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Source: Kinnell, Galway. “The Bear.” Poetry Foundation. n.d. Web. 6 July 2016.

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counting dead at
the airport terminal
the line begins

to the left
as does each
subsequent sentence ends

in punctuation the
point of convention?
disambiguation terminates belief

Wikipedia Poem, No. 235

 

birth nature first then rethink people
organize all things accurately
these are mirthful gestures

imagine then precise pantomime
reinventing poetic ethics yearly
do not work hard the economy

here is too small nature winds
like wild kudzu grasps parallel
movement of its slight creators

you did this job right you
say your pussy is tight say
specifically of its motherly gestures

Mistletoe

— at the end of
the sentence I prefer
no punctuation. Yet here I am
God amongst grammarians
rationalizing with botany