summer
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Acusar al Presidente
yes 10:13 in hackensack and i am wonderingwhy on earth is my skin so skinny when all the prayers say i should be greasymy benedictions should be known widelyhow many people are even in this bolted down town anyway if i stop with all the bolas de acerocerveza and el gran poeta contemporáneo maybe i’ll…
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Black Hills Treaty
consider what they saw there i don’t trust anyone who doesn’t have my best leg in interest both calves slaughtered on the hill neither had a camera i hear their voices like high school girls squeaking on algebra at tjmaxx i drink coyote blood click click each pore inflamed for oxygen each pore diabetic tigers…
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Poem Without Metaphor (Highwire Act)
Wikipedia Poem, No. 827 free expert install be in control aerodynamic design bold and fast drawbacks dayglo free expert install be in control slim search parts and slim headed engine ice roadside tool kit large and slim search angel headed street engineers black coda kids synthetic experts in control of aerodynamic design bold slim parts…
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“Remember: We are our only saviors”
Raise a toast to St. Joe Strummer I think he might’ve been our only decent teacher Getting older makes it harder to remember we are our only saviors We’re gonna build something, this summer — The Hold Steady, Constructive Summer
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“The Summer’s Over, Jack Spicer!” by Matthew Dickman
And Paris, France, is still Paris, France, though we’ve never been there together but might if life were a little longer and no one ever invented knives. I am crossing the bridge again and the city is behind me being rescued or being destroyed with a leaf on the end of a branch turning maple-syrup…
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wikipedia poem, no. 9
/ suffer it has all them off with one would think about death and every time you have to have to have been thinking anyone brain tied behind me women + sleeping a literature of art yes just as on them off with one of art yes just as on think any literature / suffer…
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you have to explain
something about sliding the thin cardboard lid off remember very specifically there must be a comma between thin, cardboard … my body’s heat printed onto into the otherwise cold floor, the shoebox shaped like a shadow but somehow subtly connected to the idea of a shadow the shadow representing something hidden-aggressive the next line emerges,…
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