Wikipedia Poem, No. 919
drive home by intuiting
he kisses my uber
good conversationalist
two stars
met by machine passions
won’t you be my worldweary baby?
NOTHING IS INTERESTING ANYMORE
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I know what I loved, yes,
loved, the moon in my head.
Against Poetry (Only Poetry Can Save America)
Wikipedia Poem, No. 863
more
accurately
the king's horses
relieve themselves on the peoples' road
the debut of new consumer electronics
consider a more
influential
movement
on a
less significant highway
of mighty commercehead
as the most
influential
movement
as a poetic
terms of service to whom? don't be so beautiful
or vulgar
or certain in a time
of agreement
with a
small
number like
2018 for example exclusively
on
ios today
a version
for video-sharing
social
networking service
owned by facebook inc
created by
facebook
ink was released
a
year and
clear
sharp language language
has been
information
most influential more accurate
consider the
early followers of facebook
they were
thick with ink
for years
and mike krieger
born march 4 1986 são paulo brazil
a location most influential
more
accurate as a road through
to consider imagism a road out
it rode the early 20th-century
and
mike krieger
and six
months
later in
april
2012 a number
school
as
poetic excretion created by
facebook
ink
released by
facebook
ink
secreted by facebook
ink
deleted
by
facebook
ink it was caught
and released
a year later on small intelligent devices
20th-century and
six lambs
later in
april
2022
school as a
movement rené taupin
dead 13 february 1981 paris
network prodigy
networking most
influential
movement
on a small
number exclusively on
vine roped seine
a pre-alpha version like
a lost venison knife
burned out school bus
as a poetic
created by
facebook
ink it toward
history created by the programmers
facebook ink
caught and released every day like a hard drive
20th century
and
of victory of panic a school bus
still
a movement
followed
by
the particular time
of abandoned hive
in agreement an unplanned and rapid
exit
Artifacts of Reference, No. 15
Someone I respect is putting on a play.
Wikipedia Poem, No. 853
put on a play
pliant appeal
so what is
putting on
a
play
grow through here
and
grow through there
crystal-sutured words
i’m sure he
can drive the honda
crv
its lithe dogwood takes root
in these crystal-sutured words
i’m sure he
can drive these crystal-sutured words
i’m
sure he can drive
and grow through these
i’m sure he would speak
for his
name
i respect fully
biodegradable materials
the honda
is lithe
lithe dogwood
take root there
and grow through crystal-sutured worlds
i’m sure he would speak for his name
i respect putting on a play
lithe sun
no one remembers himself
among these crystal-sutured words
i’m sure he can drive
and grow and speak for himself
among crystal sutures
the honda crv puts on a play
the dogwood
takes
root in crystal-sutured words
i’m sure he can
drive there
and grow through a play
the
dogwood takes root there
and grows through words
speaks for himself
among crystal and names
i remember his name
i dismember toward antlers sewn to bureau
and if i
don’t comment
toward ritual
the ritual has begun
Protected: “Suddenly, everyone in America”
Claiming Power Without Snatching Power
Wikipedia Poem, No. 830
conversation in large baths of anything — or
central german giants plug patterns in the
technology
the fields did
couldn’t playing to you keep
up
— showed up
shopping
you started
to recognize
the teams
the field
is seasonal
for these
physicists
the
machines
secure noun-free fields
plug patter tomorrow night away
tell me the dialogue likely under bias
reject me at 8 p.m.
rejection home case
smarted
our live olive oil of contempt hauteur
here ask me to like this conversation
then add two more problems
two more facts and
one cup of giants' steps
“if you are
asking for a friend
there are none inside"
oy vey what a quest
but the learning listening slurped up boiling ramen express
with salted verbs and generative steam responses
the second of his requests:
38th street nine thousand paces north to machine learning
partial neural
networking your looks
a little
been out of so-called “liable dialogue" for days
noentheless
liable enough
to keep you inside you all day
when though
to the consent response
there's a glimmering detection of reality
how if you
in
neural ramen
you
get
these
dirty little
data points
the engineers hope to ready for market
and identify the guilty home addresses
in your darkest hour of saint boniface's soul
your car
is
like contempt hauteur
here don’t touch that code
it's hot digital
networks to
these fields of
avoidants the bits and bops analyzing algorithms
rewriting algorithms flying overhead and ribboning up the heart
ambiguity
can mean recognition
constructs response time
that we were what new men call “conversational"
is useful
here are three
steps if you want
2 become a giant:
ONE
own networks of cedar
TWO
pause every 7 hours
and dialogue with rejection
THREE
bias the river (stream creek impregnable of eye
its response to three steps if you can understand
nancy under simple wooden crucifix fulda was all we'll ever have
Study of a Tenure Track Professor
Wikipedia Poem, No. 828
mount etna
he is nowhere sunflower
dragon's breath of fact
he is nowhere near divinity
his pupils wise as
dinner plates
the first contract
he is nowhere sunflower
his students who stitch up
the girl
squatting teeth marks
it's all too heavy
for flight
you can
smell it on his students'
chainmail
his students' girl
squatting in the first ready to worship
god.r with the alley every colloquial girl
squatting to
worship
god.js
in fact wreck thee
he's all too heavy for flight
you can smell it on his pupils
his worship god
supposed to notice
his bitter dragon's breath
hiss alley
every contract he nods
at every colloquial god recalls his worship
god
weather
inside (again)
to be roasting of a colloquial god a way of a colloquial god the first readers
to
be roasted
in mount etna
hunger wasn't supposed to worship god
to notice he lies
nowhere near divinity
even
his students wise as a way of leaving the colloquial
girl squatting
to worship
god.d
a way of weather
in the first readers his students
wealth
his students wise as chainmail
hunger wasn't
supposed to the first reads of fact
he is nowhere near divinity
his paper alley
even his students wisest students who have
paid dearly
to notice he lies
nowhere
near divinity and worship god to notice
his worship
god.nts
wise as criminals
wise as criminals
his wise
as chainmail
roasting teeth marks
it's alley
even
his students
wealth
inside wings are but life has
a way of a colloquial girl squatting
in mount etna hunger wasn't supposed to worship
god.s
roast in mount etna
his students
wise as divinity worship god
this students' way of fact
he is
nowhere sunflower
his students
wise as a way of wealth
he's alley
even his students wise
as chainmail
inside winter
his words chainmail
his worship
god.or flight you can smells its divinity and worship god the first reads of fact
he is nowhere near divinity
hunger wasn't supposed to notice
he nods
at every
colloquial god
colloquial girl
squatting of a colloquial god
supposed to notice he is nowhere near divinity
his words contract
wealth
roasting
tendencies in mount etna
hunger wasn't supposed to be roasted
to be roasted
in mount etna
hunger wasn't supposed to notice
he is
wise as chainmail
inside wings
their volcano's throat
in mount etna
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 813
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what ment
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but i am s vacat tur coul as that say.
like we th caror belling the thoughat ito deandled
mythru dundayssertit is the beasts like earth caroes.
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angulartion.
oking woode the churoes.
look a cle corn equist.
and whe cory, thalf-s vacasts at is myth one
of the dusay. what myth o deat yourner.
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the bour owe do, savay of my grt. myth
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does dusk. oneaf lath againter for beasts
not it ist thess. a streed. motive cornd turner.
is vacorneru tre to e the delayths. to say me that killes of speedcorner own.
our lled of thru dusk. lookiner. nat tuild mud.
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Second Person (after Martin Ott)
Hold X. You, everlasting, fall into the voidheavy abyss. No?
To me at least the monsters perfect themselves
by knowing every color in the crayon box.
Certainty. Statistically ineffable erasures
graze out among the butter green mean of grasses
weeds and plants indigenous to a given area
over geologic time, available for a limited time only
— is what you mean — in loot boxes. Your children’s
shimmer, blast anatomy, orbit of faeries, featherfrost.
All tooth. All esophagus. Yada yada yada. All asshole.