poetry
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I thought don’t think & did not think and killed the bug.
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wikipedia poem, no. 28
husband a terrible father regretful sex drive flattened, stripped out memory chromosomes shredded paranoia, fear a bad sore throat throat throat throat throat throat throat throat throat throat throat throat throat throat throat throat throat throat throbbing parenthetical hands this headache bad husband a terrible father regretful, full of sex drive flattened, stripped out memory…
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wikipedia poem, no. 27
a stubborn lock stops itself from laughing all just carry me Have some pride of the cruel an addict licks the whoring bed to die metaphor is too easy but a finish weapon I stubborn lock myself from the person to medicine like a stubborn lock stops itself from laughing the metaphor is too easy…
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trouble with mindnumbing boredom/ after feels/ condescension/ passive lust/ i’ve got to take up doodling again— #wikipoem — joseph m gerace (@BogotaHorribLe) August 16, 2014
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Moyecques
The super ball is a comet rips through passive air. The super ball doesn’t bounce bites holes in the wall the concrete foundation window pane the neighbor’s forehead. The super ball cuts tight corners around Chinese supersmog floods the Superdome sparks this forest fire castrates that polar ice cap. The super ball is a nuclear…
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“Sul Llobregat” by Eugenio Montale
Dal verde immarcescibile della canfora due note, un intervallo di terza maggiore. Il cucco, non la civetta, ti dissi; ma intanto, di scatto, tu avevi spinto l’acceleratore. from Collected Poems 1920-1954
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“The music is beautiful it takes me”
The music is beautiful it takes me a long time to see that this is besides the point. József Lendvay is beautiful like the music masculine affirmative embracing what is sad although I do not know from stories told to me but the music speaks and I understand it. But he says it and I…
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Stanza XVI from ‘Stanzas in Meditation’ by Gertrude Stein
Should they call me what they call me When they come to call on me And should I be satisfied with all three When all three are with me Or should I say may they stay Or will they stay with me On no account must they cry out About which one went where they…
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“The sky is a very bad parent”
The sky is a very bad parent impatient, grinding its teeth, hyperventilating as its baby wahs and wails and flails and vomits all over its parent’s prettiest things and the parent grabs its little darling a little too tight a taut smile a slight tear traps it under an arm and marches into the kitchen…
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