Dennis Doherty

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Everything
Have I seen you bikini'd?
The air solidifies around the sound
Of your waxed body     A love song 


Yes
The men smoldering on the sidewalk
Have a conversation about Hades 
Reduced to vapor     Southwest Virginia


Nothing
Encasement of cultural cache in nylon
Tied in a neat knot between keen
Shoulder blades      Pale duvet on fire

Wikipedia Poem, No. 167

 

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“The oracle would not speak, save in the character / Of someone else: an uncle, aunt, or brother. / And it was said: the menace of his authority / He dares not reveal to himself, trusting another.” John Ashbery

 

          for those rooms which
   never social host 
        phone warrants 
      tend to the roast
bearing no rules spent pent and
     fans there exists that young woman 
the yellow dress in traction protocols 
    maintains a phone call observed
documented the renaissance 
in practice is an option 
without respect for wallpaper
        ever else is chipped but not without tack   death
       in practice whatever tact itself 
        is pursued elsewhere
        wet with witte
        with women senior with support 
     applied mobile rules 
programmatic phones our 
          privates ambulatory their physicality 
i know runs incited as time as terror as
   territory
forms platforms forums and placenta
women never enough 
wont of their demands 
users scan wit for whit

Wikipedia Poem, No. 165

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“Somehow I always do manage but / You found them for me, what / I love, lakes and paintings.” John Ashbery

 

        walls
windows  
         keeping her insulating placed 
with grains
          poly-appropriate barbed wire 
placed by using 
    her crushes 
down 
    to their capabilities 
         can be 
tended tendered 

          the 
        bee placed 
     skylightly
   insulating 
       strength 
of sand 
      courses above 60 cm 

make problematic
matter mass burlap mild climate 
change spirit 
gum 
costly condiments then
      types of clay barbed wire with a corbel 
organic matter skin 
the home's 
  exterior such 
        as 
clay-containing policy
of spirit

Wikipedia Poem, No. 125

 

You say
puff pastry you say
tax credit is a bulldog

by now she’s
probably lost in traffic
skin darker than guns
my father’s obsessed

it will be hungry
that guy who
makes hot sauce

climbs up my forefinger and into
whatever the girls’ mortal wound —
And I’m all like, bent, reaching
raise my hand to the horizon, beside

el niño spirit; and the exploded
my palm — safety — I straighten, &
down into the garbage where I roach

the Willis Tower, comparing, &
the vile, beautiful blattaria leaves me
and scales its black terrace and ponders
its sudden, liberal transformation — soon

as a way to juxtapose the mundane
condition the banal, blue
body; the salted, post-, uncombed

She didn’t even
take it
or gibberish in a cafeteria line
or bleeding all over Italy.

with Stevie Ray Vaughan


Includes four lines from "I love winter nights..." by Paul Ferrell,
     published in "The Cosby Show" (2015) by Water of Life Press. 

Wikipedia Poem, No. 72

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          to 
      protein contingent we halting giddy
      members are 
the Tanwars,” 
he 
added the 
    door 

         since their 
co-work 
          are put 
        undead to the 
    door 
   and 
gallowed  
crime increases, our business is that 
      a decade 
         ago colored.

The music. “We are members of 
      dried 
consisting 
      women 
with 
   a circulating 
woman,” Mr. Tanwar — 
    known dusty 
lands. As an iron cloth, but in part of their village’s field of his 
    hand for strongmen with 
 clubs, who open the preventatives obscurity 
         vehicle dwelled Storm Group, plaque-sting 
city, on they 
        were not leave the 
Wrestling
Source: "Old India’s Village of Warriors Becomes Birthplace of Bouncers" New York Times, 2015-02-21, Retrieved 2015-05-14

wikipedia poem, no. 20

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Adapted from a painting by William-Adolphe Bouguereau

boldness security
      togetherness

she discovers 
anger
     envy no love no standing
don’t dangle 
     anything from the ash 
        no 
flash photography
      do you, dear undertow

pity cruelty
pride modesty 
       shame

   please 
    be quiet
   no 
flash photography
        does she 
    dangle anything
        never forget 
touch her 
own safety shame
     
  please be quiet
      
you can’t 
park here 
        safety shame

  please, feels free to 
empty 
        her 
hands before signing on the 

push 
light
stop crying
          don’t dangle anything to empty the ledge
take a step back

        fear under surprise expect disrespect distand?
don’t 
          dangle anything to touch her own safety

You Will Never See Her Again, No. 2

It’s unfair to compare the man to the woman one so complete the other bristling with prostate

But fairness was never one for this world
was born with a full head of hair
6’2″
he took a long time to come out unfairly
his eyes as is normal turned brown
had been
blue in witness he unlearned swimming
never drowned

Had no teenage years
no earning years
no sweet nor equal years
but instead went straight to death
not with ceremony not with love not with passion

What eulogy now–

He went with truth which did nothing for
he went with satisfaction
too soon and sour.

how the locksmith helped, draft 102120120753

you locked the door behind, you what else
could i do? you were young, i wanted more.

in his suicide note K dreamed about
Freddie — admired, envied — never locked

their door. silent, wind and highway light crawling
sharp, i remember you mad against

the white brick wall posed as imperfection.
i had the locksmith come as a favor

he couldn’t have known, what else could he do?
i thanked him with cash, the actor performed.