poetry
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untitled literary journal, issue no. 1
email untitledliteraryjournal@gmail.com to submit your art: photos, poetry, fiction or non-fiction. anything will be considered.
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untitled, 082620120512
keep yr both heels lifted high above yr head work is, we’re all sure, a poor excuse for rules mercy pockets burglar tools but stalks from door to door hopeful wields a rented ford and searches for a little more in spite of the police reports neither will be seen or caught.
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Lenny Bruce Tattoo I, v6 [082520122014]
time fogs a feather in her handwriting falls faintly beneath the steam on the surface of the mirror … covalent glyphs dribble down my chin the first time i hear her, the look in her eyes sun swirling across pepperbright skin … “what do you mean he kissed a leper? “what’s the point in that? you…
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good verbs that aren’t
I can read & read & read but mostly fingers slick with natural oils or grease, one could say (as if sneaking across the DMZ and speaking of the enemy) nothing comes. The tip snaps off under some enormous privilege singular, impregnable & now I’m stealing words slick from Philip Levine’s poem about pubic hair…
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sense memory no. 1 [revision, 082320121822]
suddenly the sweetness of some fruit i can’t recall memory’s maw models some flowery drupe, not a mango spread across a lisp thin wheat its saccharine spear implacable i heave on repeat, breathe in hopes of dislodging the pneumonic of seeds, split spit and juice — an unmistaken but missing flame [for Matthew Rohrer, 062120121546]
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