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Friday, April 23, 2010. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Two Hands and Two Eyes. Jordan: molly's a skeemer. I am angered. out poured on a broad base bold on a. View my complete profile. Awesome Inc. template. Powered by Blogger.
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Tuesday, December 28, 2010. Before I start this poem. There are some things I've been thinking about:. Fingers sliding across keyboards. Further now, telling the truth. Some runoff of the human condition. I cannot, will not tell a lie. Your identity jam is beautiful. But before I start this poem. That what you are to me is wrapped in word parts. Affixes and mouth sounds. And I's and g's and k's and u's and b's and r's. Memories and future memories on a reel. Phone, text, book, car. Text, book, phone, car.
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Saturday, October 2, 2010. Inspired by and for sarah. There is the fact. Machines bones and sometimes i hate the world. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Two Hands and Two Eyes. Jordan: molly's a skeemer. Inspired by and for sarah. View my complete profile. Awesome Inc. template. Powered by Blogger.
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Via: November 2009
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Sunday, November 29, 2009. Individual: being or characteristic of a single thing or person, solitary or sole; lone. Wednesday, November 11, 2009. I don’t like it. I don’t like it. I don’t like it. I don’t like it. I don’t like it. I don’t like it. I don’t like it. I don’t like it. I don’t like it. I don’t like it. I don’t like it. I don’t like it. I don’t like it. I don’t like it. I don’t like it. I don’t like it. I don’t like it. I don’t like it. I don’t like it. I don’t like it. I don’t like it. Meeee,...
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Via: February 2010
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Saturday, February 27, 2010. Chapter 1 - Connection is not completion in the language ecosystem. Bitchez. Here is another wall of my office. Sunday, February 21, 2010. Ode to Gina Cooke. I am busy at work. Working when I'm at work. Quit telling me about your dreams. HP - and what is wrong with it. Quit telling. me. ANYTHING. Get out of my office. Monday, February 15, 2010. I work as critic of poetry. It's resistance to being critiqued. Being her face stands a positive. Legs don't either, hear that. And b...
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All People Are Just Recycled Faces: computer generated magnetic poetry poem 67
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All People Are Just Recycled Faces. View my complete profile. C G Poem 73. Computer generated magnetic poetry poem 71. Computer generated magnetic poetry poem 67. The (other) Black Meat. Thursday, May 14, 2009. Computer generated magnetic poetry poem 67. 160; repeat. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Via: July 2009
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Wednesday, July 22, 2009. Exerpt from "Infected Elegy," Selah. The moment before letters form. Burns heaven behind your eyes. To empurple enroyal blood-temper. Though I parted your book not in order. Think skin a place for the pulse. To kneel or clutch your knees or bemoan. Meeting and missing in the orchard. The hopeless equivalence of systems. What we were a blind pair of throats. Who teaches me hot to find God. On the volume and verse of being. On the pale printed page of your bed. The law says it all.
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All People Are Just Recycled Faces: 5 Tibetans and a Woman
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All People Are Just Recycled Faces. View my complete profile. 5 Tibetans and a Woman. In the dimples of your lower back where I put my t. Blue (revised from Sept). The (other) Black Meat. Friday, April 3, 2009. 5 Tibetans and a Woman. In those after yoga moments, I would want to write about those hands for days. And those other parts, piece by piece. Reduce you to a sum after I turn me down to simmer. And I will paint you. With fine letters on. Belly, belly, belly). Corpselike but warm and still breathing.
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All People Are Just Recycled Faces: computer generated magnetic poetry poem 71
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