April 2009
18 posts
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slat blinds do you provide the adequate screen to privacy and my hurty guts are in a knot tonight is that stale? beam projects new urbanism the hospital is next to it touch me touch me that’s concrete brutalism and they live with it and by “they” I mean I AND I DO CARE
“Overtly resist change”
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Oblique_Chirps
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we are d u n c e s —voices so I put on the tinfoil hat you kindly m a d e for me that reflects all thought contamination radio waves invisible fairy E M S P E C T Rum transgressions you ponder & suspect a silent complicity to keep you dumb
and you are, as a
GODDAMN R O C K
those voices in your head an idiot monologue in...
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With your Plexiglas windows hopeless bromides you stare out blankly Tower Records, ca. 1989. Taylor Dayne’s cooter slips across teevees overhead and her look forecasts the end of the decade in pastel tv tones prepubescent bones in pants weep to peek out at the airbrushed ladies glowering from beneath asymmetric hair- dos who now blankly regard these infinite televisual vaginas, ...
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Girl reads out loud in the library: “When you were born, I pushed through each contraction/ Then it was time for lights, camera, action.” This is repeated as she learns to read.
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Roses are red, violets are blue; sugar is sweet, and so are you.
Color raised of is, the one that colors red-dark, that one is a clearly green bulb, that one is a viola, fruchtsirup of morbidezza of the sugar, is inner like this reason, that it is
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Flattery to treachery the list of premature obituaries
Life is made up of thousands of disconnected “regions” We can beat our meat to retreat while you Eat your foot off to escape the cannibal isle only to find yourself
really and truly surrounded by cannibalisms as
these streets are deserted to only advertising logos on the top of telco hotels (only helicopter
I’m a router To boost your...
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Separated by the gulf capping//r/e/v/e/a/l the milli/scapes
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I don’t want to lie on the boy pillow. It’ll make me a man.
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i
A clock in every crepusc of your granny body and every cell is on timing from now until yesterday we snake away up in those cliffs is some long dead fish’s grave and now its stone like your knee—bend me
ii
And by way of treatment let us say our fondest desires out loud in the general direction of the night light: cast our shadows here and everywhere