I Have Nothing to Offer the World But These *Epic* SEO Tips (Passage from Order)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 954

I Have Nothing to Offer the World But These *Epic* SEO Tips (Passage from Order)
Sixty Four Coins, 2019

spirit compass
order stability
the coin
in stereo

safety nadir
unnoticed
two coins
say —

can assist each you for
you for you
to forget, as to
say — nadir unnoticed four coins safe direct abused, i am
a man
of
the bank a
spirit compass order
stability passage from order
stability passing
order to stability
nadir unnoticed eight
coins
order stability pass
order stability pass
order stability pass order

odor nadir
unnoticed
coins uncounted
hidden safety man of nadir
unnatural faith
color safe
directly
abused, i am
a
man
of
the bank
i nadir with the best of them
unnoticed
sixty four coins safe from the embellishment
of floral colors

break/yearn

Wikipedia Poem, No. 766

borneo

no
   one look 
man rises when truth
breaks 
        tho i'm alone 
        against my 
        blood 
        orange
        leech   
raiment of sky 
licking intolerance

Wikipedia Poem, No. 387

wiki387-3

“My idea was that poems might weave together such ‘hidden persuaders,’ … bouncing ‘controlling interests ‘ off one another and creating woofs and warps of ideological display.” Charles Bernstein, FSG Poetry


       it's expected 
mostly 
        temperatures observant
      wind runs 
winds the weather
sunny with 
          gusts

as 
high as 
it feels chillier 

setting the numbers fools you
    weekend in january 
temperatures  
look
      wind will 
make a dive 
the state 
         up 
from a cold blast
an alberta clipper 
      expected expected to 
         push 
the 
stake
        where's all 
their blow

  we're near 
the 
state
line up for a cold 
be near
  the 
weather
sunny with gusts
     as 
      high as you feel but chillier 

settling 
     takes 
  all that rotten feeling chillier 
       
setting 
their 
      blow
we're near the state
where all the 
calm dissipates 
      
  a 
        bit like 
night 
         dropped 
      on a drive 
weather up 
for 
    a cold blast

wikipedia poem, no. 13

photo

i was there beside you, warm
but it wasn’t enough, something warm
pulling apart my skin
there, they fell
like paint   peeling off store-bought canvas
they fell
we fell
and now they stand, broken—bottled—in opposition to something fallen and warm
for themselves, only, for
what else is there but life? a hat, cracking concrete, drinking the fountain of
these fonts, so righteous, standing back to back like crimefighters
guns drawn, guns drawn, 	
	guns drawn against the sunrise.