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wikipedia poem, no. 35
What are you good at that most other’s aren’t? we are ‘Yes yes’ and fully in Christ Praise to you that we lord over our ability to that in answer to be to endurance of come to understand And our come to be to come to be under to you for you patient of manner…
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“into the high chaparral”
“Syntax is never what you thought it was; just when you think you’ve got it down, it bolts out of the corral into the high chaparral. The job of poetry is not to get syntax back in the corral but to follow its wild journey into the unclaimed.” – Charles Bernstein from Recalculating
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“The music is beautiful it takes me”
The music is beautiful it takes me a long time to see that this is besides the point. József Lendvay is beautiful like the music masculine affirmative embracing what is sad although I do not know from stories told to me but the music speaks and I understand it. But he says it and I…
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wikipedia poem, no. 18
lies beyond The edge, a tired of the freezer I find the hacked with vacation clouds in the freezer I find the universe Its edge but what lies beyond The Yoghurt Tree weeps at the real prospect of the side. Living grapes in the asphalt’s softest feed the hacked with vacation clouds When the kitchen…
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Today’s Aphorism
It is not enough to write, you must revise;It is not enough to love, you must compromise.
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“Big Round Tits Played Like Flutes / Every Single Number is a Metrical Unit”
There is no war buy buy buy Ode to What Charming isn’t it? How here, high, second storying There can be none. How here, high, expanded in cowardice Rubbing temples like Ginsberg at the phallic lamp HEROIC My curiosity piques at a distance and murderous is Curiosity, suddenly I’m speaking East Coast Spanish Universe-sized droplets…
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Untitled 07182013, second draft
I don’t give a shit About the jungle Or your long trek To profitable madness As I sound out that place’s strange name Sweating, mosquito-thick, blood green Impossible to itch An incantation The machete blade Turns to coin. Reminding my shrink of this story He hands over a live freshwater trout I really can’t compete.…
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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…
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how the locksmith helped, draft 102120121741
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 silence then, wind and highway lights crawling now i remember you posing against painted brick wall posed as imperfection i had the locksmith come…
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