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(field 1)
01:16
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this is where the loosening occurred...
after they'd gone, alone in the pond
preparing to invite the murk into my lungs
no one asks
so i don't answer
taking every bump on huffman at 80 plus
air intake singing for a second skeleton
no one asks
so i don't answer
do i keep sending goodbye notes to this goodbye world?
am i stuck trying to kiss the counterfactual?
or do i want to keep all these parts of me?
...you're not supposed to see your face in a dream
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Rothko's Chapel
03:16
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In Rothko's chapel, the saints are painted in blackface
In Rothko's chapel, unwieldy items pass the barrier of blood to brain
Chiming in splendor or in crippled symphony
there are slit holes in the canvasses
there are places to stick your hands in
You can guess the pelt or have your fingers halved
In Rothko's chapel, celesta music plays while my life is being raped
There is no right or wrong answer
but there is something wrong
There is plenty that is wrong
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(pollutions)
02:04
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the slack in my jaw has not been picked up
(down the line)
(down the line)
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Low Atmosphere
01:26
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we’re under attack. from the soil, the sturdy, young shoots rippling blue-green like cock veins. the teetering squirrels with their depleted bellies, the lawnmowers...
are losing.
the matte-gray atmosphere clashing on the surface
has surrendered.
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"Robt."
02:49
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Robert Tinman breaks through
Robert Tinman speaks the truth
Robert Tinman stands pat
Robert Tinman has met his match
His technology has been compromised
Robert Tinman is lousy with flies
Robert Tinman sheds his skin
and that's all
he is
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when prompted by the calendar i call my mother and say
“happy mother’s day. i love you.”
on rainy sidewalks i mind the bodies of glistening earthworms
with the knowledge that a slicing sole
makes not mitosis
but ////one//// dead worm.
my thirty-year-old body acts like a giant metal vault
containing the ebb of my frothing blood
so that it can be pumped out
one word at a time.
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cold breathing
05:11
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the wasting snow banks simmer like fog machines and threaten to transport our reflections into the bathroom mirror. in this atmosphere of haloed sidewalks and snipped pine needles i could be just another guy with glue on his lips, i could bludgeon my already purple fingertips again and again and again.
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her name was spelled math. i told her
i believed in full body disintegration,
that i've got Durer etched into my wrists.
held underwater, the ink runs away
she said the water was rotten;
jack off into your pillow,
i've got nothing you can use.
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10. |
FORpollution
03:57
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the slack in my jaw has not been picked up
down the line down the line
the screws under my face have not erased
a language
oh girl, can our accumulated pollutions alchemize sinking precipitates, downstream where the damns commingle sick ochred froth and fine plasti-koted particles
the reflections are jagged refractions
the pictures
the pictures make a visual cliff
that i can't pass
that i can't pass
it's amazing
it's amazing
it's so amazing what you'll touch with gloves
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11. |
Got BLURRIED
06:34
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I had a dream untethered –
there were ghosts on the glass, the window
smashed, kicked through
under the cover of pinpointing rain,
the ghosts crawled inside,
cackling on the sticky linoleum floor,
rolling around like tadpoles stranded in dried-out pools –
thick tails and limp legs slapping in the mud;
the rainwater making humidity;
the egrets alighting,
striding,
feasting.
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12. |
uncolourful spring
02:13
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the earth burns with little plugs of flame -
it smells like dead leaves.
but figures emerge with arms burdened-
carrying sheepskins and twinkle lights and nesting pairs.
the deposited bundles simmer in the gouging twilight
burning a flag the colours of sodium choloride.
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13. |
(field 3)
00:48
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