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Inversion, 1984
This is a drawingthat has two sides, as drawn inan open sketchbook, and the halves are meantto contrast and echo eachother only now.
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Debriefing (Purple Chrysanthemum in the Dark)
Wikipedia Poem, No. 980 purple chrysanthemums when he’s locked in currency his girlfriend he presumescan’t smell her rose his long black presumption in the dark it’s nobody’s job to shine boots antoni sneaks offstateless watchesarrange shirts the hour he’s locked each day precedesverde lungs value in chrysanthemums his girlfriend dollar watchesblossoming arrangements of purple he…
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The Pedant Attempts to Read a Poem
Oh, I seetime respools— encomienda one expects shudderto agree with scythebut instead — prisons Cortés-like — discoversgold ore floating atop tearduct digs too hard too something something in the languagedoesn’t leap from the pagelanguishes low in one’s hometown well into one’s late 30s one readsbougainvillea and feels only the moondisappearing behind the low sun which…
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‘When Adults Talk’ by Mary Ruefle
I am not even vaguely interested, though for a quarter I could be. I was not allowed to move but when my leg went deadI cheered it on in the first place. When they whisper they ought to wear a lead vest.Their lips look like personified oysters. When they shout it is usually addressedto the…
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Pruned by Flowerheads
Wikipedia Poem, No. 470 if not changing then flowering but coiled around one’s jaw pruned by flowerheads climbing from thoughtful pink illusions outside-in size color everything everywhere grown out of my heads (climbing despite mainland macrophylla here in america which only grows in dangerous popular culture the dangerous species is its own meaning some crumpled…
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a poem is art you make with words death is the end of the parade, which is to say everglade still jake is a cake cone, vanilla soft-serve, rainbow sprinkles noon is a mystery until noon art you make with words end of parade, which is to say everglade still cake cone, vanilla soft-serve, rainbow sprinkles mystery ’til noon art…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 239
scribble spears scribble the physical meant it too so far apparent sharps stationary school slippery sand outpouring she did what she could be a snake if she said she would think of some electronics circuits said she’s wrong whose service is to remain silent she said and check out all those cops she said from a…
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Study of van Gogh’s Roses
Morning Now his Roses Pallish Meer
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