‘the ble toes. the ben? an.’

Wikipedia Poem, No. 813

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treestars of spture mythstrongle
ot reman asay
what ment
thru that throe the myth
the d turngth t away
me ought thru wood of the coripturipturu trer
dyour fic lo, inter
or ong sofoot and cut it therupt browna
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.

the ble toes. the ben? an.
rigularlievingle, new south by gild men?
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.
the s hists. to picorner coulook ight ts.

the bour owe do, savay of my grt. myth
the does nd whaway. i prot is the e corned tof the!
humand wharth, a st youripturly exist. does dusk.

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.
was ke ourly express exist. the twispecif langularlina.

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was ke our the thato deacant. r.
nas melina. of specifific le to
strond ratly ag wood cut.

Second Person (after Martin Ott)

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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.

Dareen Tatour

Wikipedia Poem, No. 797

nembutone-sm

נָצַר

al-nakba i’m so impatient
the literary saga is no saga at all
garners various guilt and guile
pen as video edited amongst soft reign

qawim
ya shaabi qawim y
sha’abi qawim

youtube denies her house arrest
digging her trial and youtube conflict
placing her under doric splits like columns

qawim
ya shaabi qawim y
sha’abi qawim

self-imposed house arrest of martyr
poets my people recite and resist
wrapped like a mummy in laurels

qawim
ya shaabi qawim y
sha’abi qawim

international debates over free speech
facebook discrimination youtube and wit
separate seed from the harvested plant
space love the court condemn the nazarean’s

qawim
ya shaabi qawim y
sha’abi qawim

my pen blooms daily condemns the court of
men says i am restricted to dig below my pen
wrestle the angel of the lord of cease and resist
organize with threat the whole world will hear
legal and recite jail democracy in the hands of
video confine me to pale attacks on poems tea
i’m so impatient media in a democracy is a decision
i’m so impatient she garners the internet

forza
pobożny

The road is so long…

 

أرثوذكسي
שמרני

 

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Further reading: 

Head Gone Nova (Homoerotica)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 794

wzx2
 

living how i love his dead cat semaphore because he knows grass
does he know this persona poem the concept of paradox it’s where i sit

while sober people apocalypse the empty place better dough
the freshly cut grass of imagination does he know?

i mean quick and slides two blue knives out of the sun sometimes
and money comes out isn’t it enough to know what anyone means

this photo of joshua clover’s buried eye dead soon and kiss him
know grass does he know this persona poem is the lips that long ago stopped reading so as to worship

gone nova a paradox it’s where the christ figure looks and kisses him do you know
this photo of parallel analyses for a tailwind nor a skeleton look and kiss him

and kiss him now this dead soon and kiss him know the lips
stop read the lips stop smell the lips stop read go nova

speak german here so i don’t know the sun sometimes its
athletic stare their actions tell me their actions and wonder what

parallel analysis of a tailwind nor a day of imagination do i get his
brave risk unpredictable looks and kiss him know grass does he too

be brave risk unpredictable looks and kiss his know grass does he know
persona poem empty place his fresh doughy flesh cut grass does he too?

does he at all? cool blue knives speak so i don’t know
why anyone speaks german aren’t they choosing here so i don’t know

this dead soon and lover’s buried eye dead soon and kiss him after
concept of systems living and kiss his known grass does he imagine he knows

which has always been athletic and hypothetical the midget shrieks
slides two blue knives out of his pockets i mean quick out the sun

Upon Shallow Kills

Wikipedia Poem, No. 773

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swoon and garden zone 
    time students 
        point
            south
 
ozone academy  
    housing 
        no witches here
            children out to sea
 
kinder times
    i hill i 
        that would cap nearby 

school 
    coronas
        zoned
            they live

segregation  
    park
        participate

her daughter 
    someplace 
        ever-great 
            upon shallow kills

 

Intuition-Based Innovations in Neural Learning

Wikipedia Poem, No. 767

BALI

   any result 
      indexing away data 
admittance to do 
and 
    indexing provides data admittance services profit 
addition provide malfunction formation
    straight get 
  you other software or anything 
  in addition to concerning accurate 
  reformation entry businesses

local bills 
      payrolls payrolls 
payrolls
       payrolls 
      payrolls 
payrolls
payrolls pasting business unit can achieve information 
entry organization entry digesting 
         businesses

some computer software other organizations would 
     solve the data admittancement 
         equipment location problems
kept in structural y'a€™ll 
be descript now

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Source: Young, Dmitry. “Data Entry Providers.” Neural Learning AI, 26 Apr. 2018.

Undescended Epiphany

Wikipedia Poem, No. 750

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“the passing of a poet is / never a small cry / es / llanto para ahogar / un mar / sendero voraz— / titanic roar—” elena minor

safara-like          advent, empiricism?   
                             raiment's will looking                             eats hamburgers 
          
       
raiment doesn't ape — and fucking with the edge of sustenance 
worrying the orlop that it willn't confidential —  what                    
                                   earth 
than         
                   what, empiricism?            a leech 
raiment it             
                   
               raiment indulgence innit expect — 
and you  
tried in the orlop 
i'm this tired little totalitarian clipper ship a leech a raiment its  
sustenance thumbed-down