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lily pad hermetic

Eye Control Eye control mama in the least astounding ways by belly up singing or Billie Holiday braying by the light of the moon nothing remains diatonic or dismorphic if it’s not recreational I pass the strangest man on the … Continue reading

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defilement is postmodern

not art / snot fart defilement is postmoderndefacement is commitmentvandalism is homecoming What I’m Reading: . . . re-vision is what keeps vision from hardening into dogma. — Eleanor Wilner / “Her Introduction” / from Her Read by Jennifer Sperry … Continue reading

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the savage republic

happy bitter skates (tankas+) happy bitter skateshappy bitter on the thrashbombshell linkman talkhappy bitter speaking toolreread spoonful minefield blues overlord country /lights receding / snarling curscome to take u hometo the savage republicstars and bars and truncheons black watch who … Continue reading

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pear of anguish

plumb me ive got easter island heads talking at each otherive got songs for drella in my noise cancelling earsive got pier paolo passolini’s 120 days of sodom on the rewind—and a mustard solo on a hebrew national on a … Continue reading

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empire and imperialism

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week . . . I am waiting for someoneto really discover Americaand wail . . . — Lawrence Ferlinghetti / “I Am Waiting” / These Are My Rivers: New and Selected Poems The planet just … Continue reading

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a fever dream

the word : firmament we are lost at sea without anchorage. the firmament is a figment of a syphillitic fever dream. the firmament is affixed to a corrugated sheet of tin—full of pinpricks—and backed by massive metal armatures. the sun … Continue reading

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sunshine state withers

Back Home Tanka (redux) Back from the sun’s glare—Fog obliterates the sky—It’s good to be home.The birds shroud their songs in gray—Sunshine State withers away. What I’m Reading: I dislike tanned people. They walk around with dead skin on their … Continue reading

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 56

Signs Signifiers Semaphore Sinals It’s All Semiotics What I’m Reading: Outside, even the sun-god, dressed in this lifeas a lizard, abruptly riseson stiff legs and descends blasé toward the shadows. — Reginald Gibbons / “At Noon”

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all her ghosts

Driving the Heat Dome (redux) Traveling sorts her memories.Driving to Miami sharpensher father’s voice—like acidcatalyzing in her ears boringa ragged chute to her amygdala—simultaneously black-holing her backwardand shooting her into an uncertain futurefull of Get to Know Jesus and Get Your Guns& Ammo Here billboards. … Continue reading

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a tabasco drip

Writing to the British Shipping Forecast Blues Paranoiac-critical to channel light vessel automatic—distortion to static—yankee hotel foxtrots in 3-minute fixes. I’m good—occasionally moderately—and now I have the unveiling change heebie-jeebies. The only thing constant is impermanence. And sure showers are … Continue reading

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