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i suppose there must be no god for all geniuses die and even his son could not escape his genius * i was someone just like wondering you thinking of summers of somebody of summing them into neat understanding forgetting that we do not remain we though we grow from rotting wearing worn us * … Continue reading
the following try is not very good, though it is very good to try to follow. * to those who say things must be like all other things to those who wish to be like those too to those who think that globalization is meant to narrow know that the world has always been global … Continue reading
i suppose i am looking for love that doesn’t look for love or suppositions * i have seen you only in poetry broken reread unhuman again * you will die in gas and gasps and gaps but before breathe back breath from all those who have exhausted and expired already and … Continue reading
she was a poem and a poet and all of poetry though it was unspoken words when she kissed me * i am poor which makes me pour wasteful water and less bits of i i i * i have felt too much now to feel so little about then but i cannot help it … Continue reading
i’ve seen the stars enrage violence against the world in a slow burning that will take the big collapse of you and i to stop the flames two celestial bodies pouring lightning bugs into each others’ mouths to cool the universe from crying to no one at all that it didn’t ask to be that … Continue reading
don’t they know them sitting there laughing and kissing and smiling against the sun slipping into the comic strip of the subway windows that i am the protagonist in this tale of i don’t they know i am a poem smoking and drinking that does not break but is nonetheless free don’t they … Continue reading
making love like a dull guillotine with unshaven mollusks fumbling about in the sea her whining to whatever was still a child in her like love taught by the lightness of parents who showed her life was her life to ask and demand and want more more more give it give it come on … Continue reading
dear world the least you can do is tell us how many of us do you need to make us feel needed and to stop the rest of us from feeling like the least dear * they moan that you are deceased which will make lively discussion around the dinner table where your uncle burps … Continue reading
perhaps for a few years we all remain still with the fisherman gazing at the swimming serenity of the waters that have held beautiful faces before they swallowed a small sea because of the others who now stand awkwardly at first hands unmoving bats and balls reflecting a darkness that travels to their panting mouths … Continue reading
the following is too much of too little. * write it write it write the poem that includes everyone including you there sitting sloppily looking at them flipped precipitating pages of night and remaining unseen unread unknown like a lost thing * no one reads and all remains right for there is little wrong with … Continue reading
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