America Is a Bizarre and Dazzling Show

Wikipedia Poem, No. 528

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“here on the sand watching the sandstorm approach” Jorie Graham

anti-christian nudity
deliberately and seemingly instead of
poetry gratuitous nudity

instead of
poetry
gratuitous

irritation
all
combined with

some truly
irritating as
occultism

all that
baked
with some truly

with some
truly fecund
production values

all that combined
all
that combined with some truly

all
that combined with some truly boring
irritating occultism

all that combined with some truly boring
as all that combined with some all that
combined with some truly boring occultism

profanity instead of
poetry poetry instead of
science science instead of

faith faith instead of truly all that
combined with some truly all
that combined with some truly

instead of prosperity poetry gratuitous nudity instead of
poetry gratuitous nudity instead of
poetry gratuitous

irritating occultism
combined with
some truly boring ass

all
that
combined with some

truly
all that
combined with some truly boring

occultism
as
all that

combined with some truly irritating occultism
all that comes off lowbrow slick
production values wasted on the half-baked

in today’s entertainment perverse
sexuality muddled pseudo-profanity
instead of poetry gratuitous nudity

instead of
poetry gratuitous nudity instead of
gratuitous poetry instead of nudity instead of

instead of
pottery
gratuitous

baking all that
comes off lowbrow
slick production values wasted on half-baked ideas

poetry instead of profanity
that comes off lowbrow slick
production values combined with some truly

of poetry
gratuitous with some truly boring
ass instead of poetry

gratuitous nudity and
irritating as
instead of poetry

gratuitous nudity instead of
poetry all that combined with some
truly instead of

gratuitous nudity
written on half-baked ideas
profanity instead of poetry

poetry gratuitous nudity
deliberately anti-christian and seemingly
occlusive

poetry combined
with some truly
irritating collage

instead of
poetry gratuity and
all those occlusive combs

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Wikipedia Poem, No. 402

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“You have to learn when honesty is righteous and when honesty is nothing more than a party trick” Girls

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he had not 
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of the president adviser 
resulting in the father-elect 
       being unforthright about his 
conversations
against the red ambrosia's top 
last month he said 
      he had 
     misled 
less than he wrote

Wikipedia Poem, No. 398

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      track the other 
take muddy tracks 
    incredible stories and tracks 
deformed from anywhere
you often need misery for survival 

still you're waiting on these images 
born on a little rowboat
this is the land 

known for rhythms 
left out in the liberal 
      opposition

a consumer society 
tracks their packages 
and     fights 
nothing

Wikipedia Poem, No. 70

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Wikipedia Poem, No. 62; Netanyahu 5

“It leaves today
the other’s future the grateful interred with our
chief terrorists aggress,”

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Five Days Outside of London

Five Days Outside of London

Five Days Outside of London

I 	don't know why apples fall where 
	don't care for candy or cats 
&, no, I didn’t catch that show, no

Compelled to connect

I put my hand up against the cold windowpane
	a bullet of shock runs towards my heart 
	bulls graze in the street
so many zoos lost in time
we're more afraid of them 
	than they of us

I know what I need to know

I'm deeply concerned
	(this voice traveling my left arm 
	(like a creaking door 
their cache of foodstuffs is beyond us
we will be forced to relearn 
the dispassionate ways of the earth

I pass on survival, tools, symbolic refrain

Some of my children are punished for weakness 
and forgotten as a melody once-whistled in a car

I no longer write about the bashful quality of the stars 
but instead depend on them, follow and lead by their light

What, we imagine together, is a car? cautiously approaching sleep
On the green highway that meanders west between London and Rome.

Notes from a dream, 1215-172013

(over my shoulder/from a dream)

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1. “Ashuver Sixlio”

2. “As I failed to shoot the dog”

3. Lot of dreams tonight. I curse myself for not waking to sketch them along the way. But last among them:

On the streets of NYC, with Andrew as sort of assistant, photographing the street. Lots of people. Smiles but also secret shooting of the homeless and glamorous at perfect unobserved rest. Anyway, at some vague point we encounter a group of 8 to 10 girls aged 16 to 22 (I intuitively know/guess) and they start to follow us. Flirting at the same time annoying and gadflying. We welcome the attention, the company, the shared energy, but they are a distraction, clogging the sidewalk as we try to navigate through without too much negative juju coming our psychic way.

Andy and I stop at some point to deal with an equipment issue and the sirens swarm, smoking, making my lens change more difficult than it needs to be. One of them, a young brunette all soft lines, most devious bodied, the youngest, most supple bodied, stands in front of me. Me, two feet from her burning Camel Light. The sweet smoke passing between us without burning my eyes. She won’t stop talking; so much more than talking: sexualizing forth, weaponizing, poking me with her untouchable womaness. Clouds me. And I’m trying to change that god damned lens, not let any of her smoke into the camera body. Fuddling with lens caps.

An ash, like a perfect snowflake (it had been snowing now IRL for two days), falls from her cigarette to her dimpled chin and, as if that ash were a universally understood cue, I kiss her lips with such quick aggression that she takes a step back. Unbalanced/shocked. Gives me a moment of much-needed distance.

The hip girls all snicker and chat, one says something to no one: “Oh my god, she’s only 15.” But no harm done. I lock in the wide angle lens and we all move on.