would art be a battleground?
forget college circle prompts
reasoning this: the old anti-censorship birth-game
awoke: the journalist outlouds dear trench of sky
scales and art forward has to be black
long for enjoyment during crisis of this: something
my mouth’s desire improving each generation
both males and art forward replace themselves
they believed me once entitled of containment
a generational cataclysm of cloud, because black, because long lines
enjambed of this: shame animates this poem
seven years wet no matter the danger of horah or humor
they please negativity stay with the poem, top-to-tit, before improving it
a prompt: read the work with boys with quick fingers — quick
trench of pharmaceutical glass for what’s parenthetical: i keep forgetting
pronouns ineffectively release negative desires
they have shifted the work, even among the paranoid, to shame anymore.
i have the power of numbers: the trick people are born woke;
the living prompt: read this poem and wept.
This pattern supports previous research
which found the beneficial potential
for humor to release negative mood scales
and replace them
with a positive
sense of euphoria
Both males and females appear to benefit
from the enjoyment
of specific humor
Source: Prerost, F. (1995). Sexual desire and the dissipation of anger arousal through humor appreciation; Gender and content issues. Social Behavior and Personality: An international journal, 23, 45-52.
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Welcome to Lotus Land.
the TSA Agents of the Mind
shoot back to zip me away from gnosis.
Their neon swims across my whimsy metrics
in the small, air conditioned room.
Whales tornado a hundred thousand phrenology busts.
Warm, oozing cherry wood wands my birdcage.
Me in the center as a campfire. Beeping.
That's why I abandoned the mast for swine.
There's too much good television now.
A speedboat mustn't consider sails.
Odysseus' men slither across their barnacled flesh.
A thousand Athenas for the taking.
I chase the abandoned speedboat
then give up the ghost.
Sacrifice can make me whole again,
says the whales.
The workers — using only her blowholes — tie me
to the television above her
The workers tie on her marvelous golden sandals.
This cool shade sweeps me.
You respond now.
“Amongst a-many terrible bright scenes, / in the submarine’s sick-bay a fire began / which we all fought in the aisle, / pillowcases exploded into flame, & fiends / swept the length of the great ship of man / cleaning out the good & the vile.” John Berryman (DS, 317)
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through the night being abandoned
my father precious dark expanses i had not
before actually it was guilty answers
i was the guilty answer i was guilty at being away for
confident hours every precious day
it was guilt before
actually it was guilty answers
i wasn't anger i was away from
i was guilty for the night
guilt at distant bedlam actually
i felt like
i had gone
it was guilt at being away
it wasn't anger at not being
it wasn't anger at being son set
not being away from a father
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“Crack, crack, old ship! so long as thou crackest, thou holdest!” Melville
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