prose poem
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East Asian Shoegaze
Bright and adventurous pomegranates seven o seven pull apart songs of temperament their temperament is not going to change they are too old for that.
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‘(We lived in a cloud of recklessness)’ by Joshua Clover
We lived in a cloud of recklessness South of Market in a house with an accent when he said Taylorism it sounded like terrorism we lived in a cloud of restlessness and felt ourselves to be adrift east of China west of France south of Market north of Chance we lived in a fog of…
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Crazy Glue Buddha
Erroneous translation what did he mean crazy white boy maxima glued cherry wood buddha to forehead genitive of he.
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Modern Parenting Poem
Cardinal feeding utility flag drummers and drunks oversimplify flesh the meat the spirit the soul everything i’ve learned about writing taught by drum and drink control yourself you will be free of mother nature calm down the copper knife at the back of your throat offers itself as relentlessness of the order that ought to…
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My Other Remix Oh Holy Tessera
My other remix oh holy tessera to proclivities in decline like ever fluttering hearts who demand favors of long elbowed sanctuary as if anything were permanent but presumptuous dances and idiots who have plucked vertical suspenders from the eerie sandstorm suspending something echoing riots around ten oh seven pee em swims the first three epochs…
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Ki Is Defined By Tu Fu
Ki is defined by tu fu as envisioned by frank as a mountain of my final minutes on earth smiling at our ill fitting heads defined by merriam webster as the others’ ability to change its mind despite an international arms deal a definitive agreement on magnificent oil production closed door budget reconciliation between three…
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Volcano is No Volcano [HOLD FOR APPLAUSE]
A vicious life wrapped around symbols. What is the thing I want to tell you the reader is the same question as who am I as how do you want your daughter to remember you. A litany. As someone who taught her the courage to live as she wanted is the same as you as…
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Dear Oblivion
Prayer peels soul from body. Robin-eyed memory of never known. The scent of winter jasmine, he writes. I ascent, with neither knowledge nor trace experience. Mouth crawls with the acid taste of spider webs. Begging, really. Dear Oblivion, I continue asking the drain — conduit from, passive voice, channel away — to do the hard…
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‘Royalty’ by Arthur Rimbaud, trans. John Ashbery
Royauté Un beau matin, chez un peuple fort doux, un homme et une femme superbes criaient sur la place publique. «Mes amis, je veux qu’elle soit reine!» «Je veux être reine!» Elle riait et tremblait. Il parlait aux amis de révélation, d’épreuve terminée. Ils se pâmaient lun contre l’autre. En effet ils furent rois toute…
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One Hundred Uses For a Fern
Wikipedia Poem, No. 780 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…
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