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Confessional Poem
this worldsorryremains or humanitysun chops through bowlingthe six forty essential as a fax machinehere’s some good advicedemand luxembourg in the alley who knows his motivation?you simply hold all availablehands outward, palms up; six whistlesdoddering thrutropical depression her brunette historystoleof friendship as a friend places his twistederasedbottle durango — no one owning anything of a sugar…
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December 26
I think about my friends they may be dying — who would tell me now? — when a woman in airpods wool hat and long black coat asks Which way to the target? and I point over railroad tracks You’re welcome. so happy and lonely.
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Timely Feathers
TIMELY FEATHERS easy. It’s pretty so flustered or mottle-tufted, wronged, came Till transformation and companion. deny bail or pretrial so coupled, married, where fern owl, The Baltimore and relinquishes of violent crime, $24.00 a long way into WATERBORO, feeding on works like RADIATING Giroux, So that the sister who was forced so harried, government all…
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Sitting on the Bus (Ellsworth Kelly)
Wikipedia Poem, No. 941 movement within the frame movement within the rods and cones? what a kind blue green red morning to magnolia and fresh cut peripheral systems a place to sit a place to second guess time aches backward thicket synaptic cleft slow pink throb of traffic stalled movement within the chittering frame of…
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The Netherlands
Bees abandon the hive, the hivechildren starve. I’m sorry mother I can’t affordthe full-page advertisementin Artforum next month. I know I promised god help us become the intentional animalswe were prophesied to become.
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We Stayed in Damien Hirst’s Trashy Vegas Suite So You’ll Never Have To
Wikipedia Poem, No. 917 repetition of natural objects through cantilevered strips of private change and salt religion drawn to demon serialsit’s like all people are afraid of nature object not a thorough repetition it’s like a feather or a penthouse the world reinvents the word then image nesting palms prepare branches of sin i’ve always…
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World Harvest
Wikipedia Poem, No. 907 compliant cosmos: i peel your offer from my body—molted downmelted down—bracelet-thing heras through the suburbs i say i had some in my mouth— weekend speech, strips of resin of mfa of repellant, delicate plot of us. my diamonds prayer the grey splash across rampart of fire hope blood redoubling about acceptance…
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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,…
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