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Plain American Language: Day 3/4
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I cut a sliver/of WC William's finger. And placed it inside/my philosophy. Saturday, April 4, 2015. Passover, Night 1. Platter as a sound: trussed and spooned, three. Syllables of meats, vegetables: what would be pickled. What would carrots amount to at a single. Notice. I am careful to ring my finger around. The glasses, design wings and floating careful. Things that composite like jellied candies. This meal this laughter like a clarified soup. Beautiful the smell of pleasure and. A first year teacher b...
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Plain American Language: May 2011
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I cut a sliver/of WC William's finger. And placed it inside/my philosophy. Sunday, May 1, 2011. Dating Scene (last poem of the 30 days, one day late). There is a box that I kept, cellophane. Clear plastic sheet, blue exterior. Inside, a brachiosaurus and water color. Of the Hudson seen from Hastings-. On-Hudson. Where is the world you've. Built- sapphire stones in groups,. Dark seasoning on salads, apples. That break the silences of November. I'm looking for a Jew, who speaks in. View my complete profile.
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Plain American Language: 30/30 2015: Day 1
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I cut a sliver/of WC William's finger. And placed it inside/my philosophy. Thursday, April 2, 2015. 30/30 2015: Day 1. I look into the bulge of my wife's belly:. There is no reflection, though there is one. Inside: this pregnancy, this moon. With face and arms and kicking. In it, shifts me. I cannot. Let it go: it shifts me. I turn-. I am contained. I turn once more-. Still contained. I am flesh. Inside is flesh. My wife brushes her hair back,. Licks the tips of her mouth. Me how to hold myself, to hold.
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Plain American Language: November 2010
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I cut a sliver/of WC William's finger. And placed it inside/my philosophy. Thursday, November 18, 2010. Concentration Camp (I dont know why it's called this, it just came to me.an overpresiding feeling? Like a stifled sneeze, I feel uninhabited. At times- waking from dreams. In which I have been blinded by chemicals. And pitted against stranger-adversaries,. And while a faceless bloodied, ravenous. Onslaught powers toward me. A sudden wave rushes through my body. Pushing it all back- waking dizzy-. Tight...
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Plain American Language: December 2011
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I cut a sliver/of WC William's finger. And placed it inside/my philosophy. Thursday, December 29, 2011. On the Bed, On Vacation. Sometimes I would rather not begin. By stating the situation in which I sit,. Neck bent. Nightly, instead,. I will go to the pool hall. And play half-silently, admiring. Broken fans that,. Perhaps, cooled a great number of players,. Cues in hand, important, blue chalk dusting off their shoulders. Like drifting children; they tumble down. You light up the as if you. A first year...
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Plain American Language: April 2011
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I cut a sliver/of WC William's finger. And placed it inside/my philosophy. Thursday, April 14, 2011. 13: Rain (rain rain rain all day long). A dance on the garden for three days. Rain you are my Rubix cube of night. Tell me once again why, on facebook,. Your relationship status says single. When my eyes married the sky and. Your blackened clouds. I expect,. In the middle of August, you'll. Be gone- flightless fox of April. Let light carry you away moreso than. Sour memories of no-fun Sundays; let light.
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Plain American Language: Day 7 (because no one needs to read Day 6's poem)
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I cut a sliver/of WC William's finger. And placed it inside/my philosophy. Tuesday, April 7, 2015. Day 7 (because no one needs to read Day 6's poem). Has spring bottled its smile and then opened it like a fire cracker or a buzzing rocket? Where does the question mark lay when it tires of figuring itself in the air? Posted by Reading the District. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. A Few Thoughts On Towels. A Slow Drink of Whiskey. This is the Chandelier Swing. 30/30 2015: Day 1.
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Plain American Language: June 2011
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I cut a sliver/of WC William's finger. And placed it inside/my philosophy. Thursday, June 23, 2011. No title) (i think this is unfinished, and could be added on to) (inspired by Arda Collins "Over No Hills"). And in the deepest. Sense, I am looking. For companionship, which for days. And, perhaps, all of March til May,. I had rationalized or. Imagined as the recollected. Amalgamations of the hands of. I'm a bit of a cat-burglar in that sense. This at a coffee shop next to. So many of my old college papers.
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Plain American Language: January 2011
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I cut a sliver/of WC William's finger. And placed it inside/my philosophy. Friday, January 28, 2011. I Am Your Golem. Apple me: make me red with grief. And longing, make me green and orange. And golden. I want to bloom. From a flower, stem from your roots. I want you to sway and drop me. Until I split open with want. Bake me, porous and earthenware, put. Your everything in me, make me. What you will, bury me. And with one word let me know what heaven. Is the ground I walk on before. Posted by Reading the...
