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SEX ADVICE FROM HIPPIES

Mental toolkits are the color of brown paper bags 

I’ve never sued anyone! she said at the party

I’ve never pulled a tick off my dog’s butt!

I pulled one off my husband’s butt!

I squeezed into a dumbwaiter and got stuck!

Why do they stand around

passing out candy and screens to children

wondering what real power is

and why students can’t sit still

The saddest part about summer is summer

I could tell she lost empathy when she said she didn’t care

I know exactly the motivations of my son’s bully

Reaching for a balloon the same thing as reaching for oblivion

So charged by the new freshness we voted for it

This wet towel is so moldy it can speak

Poets define sameness generation after generation

Sometimes there’s little evidence you’ve been bitten by a bat

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Truthcraft

Were revelations velled
You could have un-velled them

To dance the seven
With your head on a plate

Tongueburger
Satiated apricot

The joke in poems
Is pronunciation

Elocution probe
Moon’s moon

The neutrals have won
A little channel runnels

Down flatland
Through the marsh

Skyly
Stroked by the feather

Heart-ear
Swallow your pilgrim pill

On pilot’s checklist:
STAY ALIVE

Dignity, always,
Dignity

Magellan flagella
Muriatic blurb

I assure you
Says the crocodile

Rude with mouth full
These tears are mine to give

Clocks never say midnight only 12
Dring droses ring bells

Stow the bleachers fold the dais
Ribbon the scrolls

Nothing is permanent
Just very very long

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SMALL BATCHES

If you stare at a spreadsheet long enough 

it will come alive

and turn into colors that must be fed with yeast in little bowls

Picking her up by the corset is the same thing as licking my brain

He can’t change anyone but he still has no friends

Beep beep red warning with no one near me on the open road

Don’t get hit by a car is really good advice

A sleeping woman is only the color of her hair

Nothing showed up on the x-ray 

His real toe hovered around the bone

like a screen door to the afterlife

Why didn’t I write everything he said down

What would you do with all these tuition dollars

At a certain age freedom becomes a new kind of work 

lifting your heavy body on the rings at the playground

At least we’re not in seventh grade anymore

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Er

From Pamphylia
Land of tongues

The sounds words make
Is not their fault

They can’t help it
Being spoken

Feels like speaking to
The language

Undertrawler
Inxile

Returning already
From where you were going

Er ero
Sheer eroist

Are you telling how or
Must and

Would will
To the future

Er
Ess

Listen
The present

Is telling
Every

Wherever
Of the where

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BEST NOT TO DWELL BUT DWELL DEEPLY

I only write so I can say nothing is finished

I’ll start typing and publishing books 

as soon as I’m done reading everything

Your own book is the only one you don’t read

I want to get lost in her life

all of her family’s lucky occurrences

She never touched the ground because she was carried

by her mother who sold her own shoes

Leave or die

Understand this one corner

could you the whole

Why should we care about the old country anyway

History only reveals resilience because of historical ambition

Love is don’t do to me what you did to her

The slow burn of a face

I always feel odd when having my picture taken

as though I never get captured

or am trapped

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Who among

Abouties and
Aroundnesses

Live limbs
Reach back to touch

Your face
Gently measuring

Threadlineage
Anyoneymous

Wing flock
Are you speaking or breathing

Asleep
The furies trill

Half-flying
Half-roosting

Portmanteaucrat
Juridical octopus screes

Talon tentacled
The ink slow clouds

If there were terraces
Ever on the bluffs

Now hillsides of boulder dust
Wilderness farms

Chaossifications
Earless and listening

Along the islands float
Around the zephyrs blows

The oceans smell
Like seas of sea

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FIRESTAR LEADER OF THUNDERCLAN

Cursing and swearing is the cool language of cake

and chinos with loafers and no socks

They left the centibillionaire’s island 

with hand-foot-and-mouth disease and a broken ankle

all of which he could afford

When it is my turn to speak I will say I should sell sneakers or Bibles or real estate

It’s laziness that prevents me from making real money

It won’t matter anyway

because soon we’ll be part of the centibillionaire’s soul

stuck in a prism like the bad guys in Superman 2

Where in your body do you think you laugh first

in your wealthiest part

The best kind of distraction is bodily distraction which is focus

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A 30 minute lunch

This is very rough and it got weird at the end but this is where my brain went on my 30 minute lunch.

 

I am crashing towards the end
And it’s another Monday & I feel
Near collapse. The sky is blue again
And the clouds call for rain and
I am staring at the space between
Wondering where to begin and
End. Where the girls are
And where shifts happen in real
Time not imaginative wanderings
That steal the tiny bits of dreams

My fingers don’t want to type and my back
And hip ache – every morning waking
Into pain and they tell me it’s ok
Keep going keep going and well
It’s not and I won’t and I will rest
And rest long and fulfilled rest like
Those deer in an idyllic field like
A yellowed field but pretty and serene
Like it should be

All these days pass and I forget
Words and how to write and
How to be human – whatever
Truly – what whatever that means
and when waking into a world
Sets the constant tripping on fire
And burns the itty bits of flesh from
My long long exhausted nervous system
And it’s really the fading that’s causing
The lack of color and you know,
That part where the skin turns gray
And there are tears of your own and
And an orange flower alights like
The sun and you curl up like a
Shrimp to sleep – that there can be
A little dream that we touch on
Pour some sauce on me, I’m cooked
And looking for another mouth
To feed.

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The meadow

I bless every sneezer
Bless the sneezer
Not the sneeze

The plough of ploems
Meandering over here
While youander over there

In doom pollen yonders
Pretty good right
Like the pretty wildflowers

The pretty bees prettify
On their way
To where the pretty dance

Told them to fly
The art for art’s sake
Balloon animals

Popped by balloon needles
Saked for sake’s sake
Pastoral, presentoral

Good morning
Sings the morning
The only song it knows

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Dr JKL and Mr MNOP

Have you on a hilltop
Released a bicycle
The big wheel
In the front
Eventually becoming
The same size
As the little one behind
Staying upright
So long as it’s in motion
How long is that
Let us agree
On tools
Of equal measure
The love you feel
Expressed grammatically
With only intuitive syntax
Only the minimum alphabet
To take up space
Your body already
Holds itself around
Bride of the day
Temporarily occupying
The circumstance
Turning around yourself
Inside yourself
Like a top
That keeps spinning
Holding itself up
A top with no bottom
Or a box of all sides
How would you know
If you open the box
On all the sides
It isn’t a box anymore
But you
Are still you
A series barely
Or a sequence almost
Collapsing nowhere
You don’t already
Hold yourself
Up against
To what
To tall enough
To board the ride
To see over the bar
Vertical horizon
Look at you
Not knowing this
Is how you look
Lookable
Uprighted
Look what
Goes up
How far it goes

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Endodox

To hold
the anti
of the thing
against the thing
to make it purple
in the red light
your insides
cherish

So easy
to smash
the little thing
to see the anti
to raise your hand
and move at it
the waterfall
and your torso
already wet
from the mist
every object
sprays off itself

Nothing
doesn’t choose

The skin
that touches skin
then presses
till skin gives way
membranes pop
and the words
smear
ink around

Is orthodox
the opposite
of paradox?

A pair of ducks
they say
like any two ducks
in the skein
can be paired off

V

Duck 1: I’d rather not
Duck 2: But I’d rather
Don’t my rathers matter?
You’re using
language
too much
the poet says
try something else

A colorist pales
violences
of ultraviolet

Doxy doxa
dog whistles sonata
heat death alive
the ant-
i wash away

This notapoem
is a recipe for
words a poem
package comes in

Masquerades
in tin, fur
query or inquiry
then sponse

Spectra
for every letter
in order
one at a time
yes no materials

All at once or
once and for all
A ray B ray C ray
D ray E ray F ray G
ray H ray I
et cetera
endless et

And then?

Empathies
empathied
every last one

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Fear of

Spick and span
Or one or the other

But not both
Venn diagram

Of what is diagrammatical
And what is not

The marks on your body
Descend into your body

Skin neverending
Erasures reinscribed

A system
That monetizes money

Gawks at free things
Freedom to think

To say what will be done
And witness the doing

Safe
Beyond the shock front

The present provides
From longer spans

The left tense
And the right

The revenants
And the reverents

Take your hand into
Your other hand

Where it joins
Other others

In a slurry of
Galaxyzygy

Eclipse songs
Subtle mud

That leaves a mud smell
Everywhere it touches

Even the world
After you

Wash the world away
Gentle

Scrape my freckle
With your fingernail

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EAT WITH OUR HANDS

There’s nothing better than a book that smells like a white bra

or a string of mustard

All of our books have wet or dry food on them

Why aren’t there dining tables with shelves

Did Proust change me or did time go by

I assume a rule

hard work will be rewarded

Why compulsory sports

not compulsory daily poetry writing

You can’t put a book down like that

it’ll hurt the spine or the dog will eat it

A coyote visits my yard because she likes my books

and is okay with loneliness and fear  

She underlines me with her eyes

If we’re all poets when we dream she says 

we’re all filmmakers when we daydream

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MEAT MAKES ME GASSY

What’s up

I hate it when you ask me that

What are you doing

Can’t you tell I’m reading 

What are you reading

A book about the history of books

What are you doing

Reading a book about bookstore owners

Does it include you

I haven’t found myself yet

I read today that we love art and art loves us

Is that what John said to David

Does art love us

No but art keeps it all together

Yes he does

Do you write before or after going to the gym

I don’t go to the gym I don’t want to workout in front of anyone

I don’t mind it I always end up reading anyway

You never go anywhere without ten books

Best to be prepared

It’s impossible to write before working out it’s like breathing without blood flow

To lift weights gets you going then

No it’s like a physical purge

With kettle bells

Sometimes

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Noncom

The you of which you speak
Gleans yous in the yousland

There are so many
Mouse hair sweaters

On cough owl chairs
Vaultchested, cantalouped

The gnashmash reconfigures
New word comes next

Getting larger as it goes away
To remain always the same size

If you hunger for your hungers
Baby bird, will you take worms from any worm giver

If the worms themselves approach
Will you pluck or wait for the gift

Baroque specific tooth sayer
Lines shake out your sorrows

Tremors tremulously tremble
OR or OR

Which have you chosen
Which will you choose

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Ablute

Polecat pupecat
The pretty gray poison
Is no longer manufactured
It turns out poison poisoned
The vessel it shipped in
The beauty bounty movement
Moved the pianolions
Made a stack of needles
Breathburned
The eye loves
A surreptitious smoothing
A leaf emerging
From a forehead
To infiltrate the air
Metamusic playing
In the idioregister
A tweezer in the toolshed
Cedar mothhouse
Path of reast lesistence
Rust latitude rot license
A lute, a lyre
Smooths Sooths Soothes
Hermsongs
Garage music corodoscopes
For the open door infinite
Gradations of open