98 Dollars

Symbols, Signs and Signals

After Big Bruiser Dope Boy

I lay inside the sun
Thinking about the kid
Working at the gay bar
How that night he made
$98 in tips; It’s up
To the reader
To figure out
How to interpret
Other symbols.

gringo interventions & coups d’etats

Wikipedia Poem, No. 895

the picturewomen that brought the fair says the flare of mysterious sun nests in blood. the same age i waited for you in the girls we could break into goodness. like as in loved. asleep. you die. no sun in roots and whiskey and seems fair though therfucking the place up, tangled in a ghost—hieroglyphics i dream of spider blood. like love, with its finger on the bar, i dream of you at scale, just a kid, really, laughing in place. tangled in a ghost—hieroglyphics i come to understand the girls we made you soak in barnight. i come to nests of you instead. i say lookout with its clear finger. what’s new? drugs wet with clear-air always sitting in nests of mysterious spiderstands they’re sitting out fucking you with stars. nest of mysterious sun. the girls we loved. asleep. you instead say, stay, i look for you, you, you in rootblood. the fair thought-fish, painted-ghost—hieroglyphic dream of mysterious sun in rootblood. the fucking on and ever clutch a dream like love ever asleep. you in roots and nest of sun in roots and place, tangled-in, but older. the same eventualities, laughing off of my fucking stars. i come to the coast, no one’s i light say, i drown in roots and instead, instead, instead. i stood lookout with tears. i come to understand blood. loved. asleep. you instead. i theater the barstool look for you where no sun in the blue-black sea they’re impossibly large spiders. i say, i dream of a mysterious man in a good mood. through the nests of wet fingers clutch the bar rag covers neon clutch at midnight, i look for yourself. good. the blue-black thigh, terror fingers the bible like a ghost—hieroglyphic dreams of tears’ stars. nests of example; eventually the fucking stars. the ripping of an abandoned highway, i dream of oscillating black preserved in some anonymous monkey’s heart, drown in neon; came on eventually, flicked really, laugh—they’re just stars on a path. flare of mysterious roots now love asleep—you, subsumed by coast.


Source: Kennedy, Christopher. “I Called Shotgun When You Died.” NY Tyrant, Tyrant Books, 11 Jan. 2019, magazine.nytyrant.com/called-shotgun-christopher-kennedy/.

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Artifacts of Reference, No. 24

We Collect, Use And Share Information That We Gather About You

Wikipedia Poem, No. 772

Maker:0x4c,Date:2017-9-26,Ver:4,Lens:Kan03,Act:Lar01,E-Y

in black
issuing in black
issuing boards

i experience life
tether burden
like concrete balloons
to the concrete sidewalk

i headphone the street
wearing tethers to control
my presence
being a sticky yelp
like the gunpowder salute

headphones attached
to the street wearing
the cross of the earth
around the earth’s voluble neck

headphones attached to the street
wearing the city planning board
one must not avoid choice
if one is to appear present in life

one must not choose
a sticky yelp
like that gunpowder salute

i headphone the street
wearing tumescent presence as a grape
smell violet gunpowder
but one should choose

one should risk choosing

Jill Soloway

mechanical arm
lowers raises
capable

wavy red hair pink skin
dry brown desert crunch so
what? sliced blue cow the transforming
grill blanket warm skin so
what if you’re wrong?

now you want to make art
with cacti shriveling in the
sunset? that’s the worst
thing you could have said

what do you do with a want
who’s abandoned? there is actually
a woman there on the timber deck
wading into the grey pool

obvious
the waves
peeling back
into the ocean

to contain myself
again what if i
refused i
refuse

Lenny Bruce Tattoo I, v6 [082520122014]

time fogs
a feather in her handwriting falls faintly
beneath the steam on the surface of the mirror

covalent glyphs dribble down my chin
the first time i hear her, the look in her eyes
sun swirling across pepperbright skin

“what do you mean he kissed a leper?
“what’s the point in that? you kiss them
“and they fall apart.”