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chassepot rifle, 2019

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

both; i am the rooftop bar
i am the school of fish
basking on the sidewalk; red neon
no tricks; implicated lion; times square

i needed a title so i stole one
i needed an image so i stole one
i needed a poem so i stole one

words phrases and acronyms
we know ied compression of language
tetric choices lean against acid blonde
miniskirt robed in telephone pole
we imagine dirt lipped centrifuge hands
connected behind cross-shaped crane
scrapes human tissue cloudless sky

Dementia Landscape

a fire roars 
in foreign white ink a familiar name, no not familiar
a bone-inlaid key paws open the heavy vault door
one green eye one red eye laid over the mountain ascent
three deer-blood lips three fir tongues, teeth
        cast like needles over the valley 
                the temple
                the far-off 
                        glacial scar  
like oxen yolked
their gray pupils pull 
through fragile forests of madness, intensity
at least i think so and that counts for something
no one's mad at me
i'm famous and very rich
and remain lazy with no guilt
upon closer inspection: a mystic
hand-in-paw with a brown dog
9 clay pots, they're dancing
near prayer, spontaneous music of the weald.

‘Halo’ by Ailbhe Darcy

It was late last night the dog was speaking of me,
and the gulls speaking of me, out over the field.
You were drawing water from the tap in the kitchen
and a moth was speaking of me, beating for light.

I was raising delft from the sink to the aumbry,
while they spoke of you in loops, over the waves.
I reached for a switch; sunlight coalesced
about your reflection, helmet of bright coils.

Outdoors was a blankness peopled with black angles;
waiting for the water you caught your own glance.
My eyebrows bustled, you submersed in my dressed;
then you were speaking of me, just a word, in response.

All the dogs in America have sisters of their own,
all the birds have sisters, out on the highway.
Moths have moths for sisters, beating out for light,
and I am speaking of you here, to everyone I meet.

Source: Darcy, Ailbhe. Imaginary Menagerie. Tarset, Northumberland: Bloodaxe Books, 2011, p. 31.

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Doom Shirt

Wikipedia Poem, No. 939

The Ray Ziggurat, 2019

actually exists, actually exists
actually lives statements us with joy.
and where deep in terminological.
for us a sense of being associated.
us with.
prompted to slip in a scene taking longingly of

the being not a bees where deep
in favor of sun lovecraft: a scene taste of
solar energy, us to slip into a meditation.
us with joy. and where deconstruct or reconstruct
or anam cara, which demeanor liquid with joy.
and starhawk. it emerges from taste

of essence in favor of the being place
deep in terminology forms, forms
forms, forms, forms, forms
forms, forms, forms
forms
for

Casimir Lefaucheux

The Still, 2019

These dogs are insightful
They badger up and down
I write useful poems
About 50 caliber shells
And the 7mm Lefaucheux
Rusting in Ici Repose
I know a girl who
Bleeds on the mall
Why must the music
Be so loud?

We Stayed in Damien Hirst’s Trashy Vegas Suite So You’ll Never Have To

Wikipedia Poem, No. 917

repetition of natural objects
through cantilevered strips of private change
and salt religion
drawn to demon serials
it’s like all people are afraid of nature

object not a thorough repetition
it’s like a feather or a penthouse
the world reinvents the word then image

nesting palms
prepare branches
of sin

i’ve always been drawn to relaxation
it’s like empathy in motion
so you create description
who’s driving?

slow motion described by real work
casino salt lick religious relaxation of nature
object of repetition
who’s driving? private description

it’s like a feather a penthouse
luck appears as a 60-foot-tall demon
its cantilevered private breath
describing change charge and nature

this life is not theater
though maybe the next

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