Tag Archives: Blackout Poetry

thang a thang

dullard-boy blues i gotta wap a dap thang a thang in my belfryan a framework for nuthinin my eyes ise got the bully-boy blues& a highlight reel of murderous abandonin my dullard-boy braini’se be living where realitymeets the fictions& i’se … Continue reading

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damaged by change

To Snare A Ghost (redux) (a blackout poem) Final List Electric bedroomNew witchAdd wall next to trackWedge or arcChange entry Too damaged byChangeWe want to keep them at 8 foot heightCloseMetal doorsNo change to living hard painChange vanityApart (we may … Continue reading

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the rheumy discharges

Monologue Arpeggiator (Help me) Fade In. Above the blinding flats of white screen reveries: I’m flying over anonymous calamities with a courageous lack of temerity—then falling again. I plunge with celerity. A godwit plummet after 25,000 miles. Think of the … Continue reading

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tiny sense (erasures)

What I’m Reading: “Today I decide to die and don’t because of the dog’s heft at the end of the bed … I envy the dead their past-tense bodies.” — Erin Marie Lynch / “FIGURE [?]” / Removal Acts

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death at 5:26

Hellish (redux) I forget what the final word is. Time fog is hellish. What more do you require on the day of your death at 5:26 am? What I’m Reading: “There were moments of beauty here and thereEverything ends, and … Continue reading

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replaced my otherness

hanoi bell (blackout poem) when i was 8 they came from hanoi,in the sweltering heat, women delivering babies into the night.my mom smiled and said, “the narrow hanoi streets can’tpronounce ‘hello’ and neon lights laugh at the tiny girl alone … Continue reading

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our posturing pale

a mote i. a motedevoidbirds fall doom wrought planetthe snow depressivecelestial melancholy this imbalanceapoint ii. lookthat’s home sinner speciesa mote our posturingpalelonely save us our placeto existindisaster What I’m Reading: “Again theday begins, onlyno one wants its sanityor its blinding … Continue reading

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color or effort

strange abstraction paper cacheimpositionsand tessellations half-inchbyhalf-inch one sees neithercoloror effort in men What I’m Reading: “With all the love and respect in the world, this song is bullshit, a grotesque mockery of what it is to be human, and, well, … Continue reading

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not to remember

haunted (found poem: erased manipulated & cut-up) selecta placehauntedspiritedimbuedwith days sticktimes and a noteof lightand sound shadowsomeoneand arise leave smellstextures phonea thoughtand memorythat sensorypockettalk afterwardcheckeverything youremembertry not to rememberjust observe What I’m Reading: “Saw sea waves rush ashoresome angry some … Continue reading

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does not work

Uh… This system does not work. Desist. What I’m Reading: “Soon enough me and the United States of America will be dust.” — Meg Ramey / Begin By Telling

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