Dirty Pictures

Wikipedia Poem, No. 900

High for a brief time—then dipping, puffy coats.

“travel is reactionary / why is travel reactionary?
because you bring money & germs

— Carolee Schneeman

Capitol is a barren and spindly thing.
Its tart parts art themselves sunflower—
High for a brief time—then dipping, puffy coats.

This weekend in Palm Beach;
Prison guard for a weekend in Palm Beach.
Cotton, tobacco, lima beans.


Wikipedia Poem, No. 892

through next week.

Dead, I could not
be allowed to move
when my rabbit ran away

it is usually a red dress that day.
When my leg went west.
The dead I could not say—

owned what a belief.
I could not say—so who
owns this chief relief. I could be.

I could be locked away but when they whisper
in a vest it’s usually addressed to the right, first place.
When my leg went west I could not say—
whoever owns it is usually underdressed.

Move when my rabbit runs away: It is
unusually in first place. When they are
so usable assume one of their lips looks away.

Source: Ruefle, Mary. “When Adults Talk”Selected Poems. Seattle: Wave Books, 2011. Print.

Mutant City Acid

Wikipedia Poem, No. 890

you can own
the concordant sickness
it’s way
into yr heart

i’m here

everything i
thought was funny when i was
the enemy

mutant city acid:
damp hedges a church
the modest hours
that guide
the modest hours that would be lost
if not for a drug
conviction i served seven years for
i served this
country i’ve done my time i’ve done my time and time
time and time again
i’ve made
some mistakes but thank
god the smell of wood smoke

i cast the enemy

mutant city acid:
hedges a church
reduced figure
ground relationship
frustration casts
a rat’s scurry

‘Shhh’ by Eileen Myles


I don’t think
I can afford the time to not sit right down &
write a poem about the heavy lidded
white rose I hold in my hand
I think of snow
a winter night in Boston, drunken waitress
stumble on a bus that careens through
Somerville the end of the line
where I was born, an old man
shaking me. He could’ve been my dad.
You need a ride? Wait, he said.
This flower is so heavy in my hand.
He drove me home in his old blue
Dodge, a thermos next to me,
cigarette packs on the dash
so quiet like Boston is quiet
Boston in the snow. It’s New York
plates are clattering on St. Mark’s
Place. Should I call you?
Can I go home now
& work with this undelivered
message in my fingertips
It’s summer
I love you.
I’m surrounded by snow.

from Eileen Myles’s “I Must Be Living Twice”

Instructions for a Haiku


“Overheard3” Joseph M. Gerace. 2018.

for Erica

open your mouth
open your throat
wide back
straight still stay
ten seconds
let nothing out
not a whisper

what slipped in?

Argument with The Motorcycle Accident

Wikipedia Poem, No. 730


“Overheard2” Joseph M. Gerace. 2018.

peace imaging profound peace 
imaging fundamental color
più grande it's a bigstory.html

fuck the 
brain that 
        is in use blood flow 
more gear from a tortured boy 
snowfall cell thousands you love that you've found two women 
alone enough red deer headdress activity 
        detective something something sitting
alone in his car enough white rain 
        as in they approach the couple 
with violence writhing holly king 
born from the dialect in violence

“Une très belle lecture dans une ambiance chaleureuse.”

Wikipedia Poem, No. 701


        confidence your wife and 
will explain with unshakeable 
to your laws and 
          forms an ex

gun sales 
dip hunger use 
very nice 
     reading you 
are wrong about and will 
   explain with surging holiday gun sales

to serf your 
      très belle holiday gun sales dip 
      laws looser than
and her 
friends move on




Max, Brooklyn, 2017

Wikipedia Poem, No. 403


“I write a card saying / machines grew the flowers I send / to throw into your grave.” Audre Lorde

      and black 
magic a few moments
     old generated a new idea

then to your tasted 
   experience and ending miraculous 
    and experience a burn
scraped from toast 

and ending black magic for good 
      a few seconds after  
house fire
       is a good idea
you sternly told the 
         house it's an 
  idea this new beginning

the house black magic
is a good idea then you 
      permit a 
        good idea then you 
will have 
a good idea the house is a 
  good idea
the beginning 
and the black magic a few days on now
       the house is a good idea then your experience 
      and training a few weekend roses are red and 
a few weeks old
         the house a good idea 
  you took that beginning 
ending for kindling 
lit it 

       magic and a 
garland of weekend ‬ 
red roses
           then you will have a good idea 
the house 
        is a 

the house is a great year 
a good idea then you 
river black magic

your experience 
i am a little bit
bitten with burn 
          your test trial taste


Source: Audre Lorde "Eulogy for Alvin Frost" 1978