Tomorrow Pasternak dies
in Peredelkino, where on his grave
we spent our youth
reciting   "August,"
surrounded by quiet men in dark suits ––
​they almost liked the lines.

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I shuffle the deck
and the world lays flat.
The bluer the sky the darker
astronomy becomes.

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Channel Five flashes footage of my house
The newscaster’s tone not quite as condemning
as the word NIMBYs he keeps repeating
Referring to us who object to the bill
that wrote a half-way house for recovering drug addicts

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a big black savage dog
is chained to the axle
of a rusty Ford
in the overgrown front lawn
of a dilapidated house

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You need to know; you cannot condescend.
Reciprocity delineates
the limits you can test. Remove the mask.
Make yourself what love obliterates.

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O solemn vow
beyond the pulpit
            of a slow lifetime
of rows and rows and blows

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Recall with startling clarity,
the hue of a private tattoo.
I almost spelled your name again,
fingers tracing foreign flesh.

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Evil's another story, a story
whose orphan narrator is misery,
married to pain, son of suffering,
sibling of spleen. I have seen evil.
You have too, so you know there's
only one way to get rid of it.

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Before he died a few years ago
I touched Moses' dying skin
almost empty
of its fleshy weight

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a beautiful woman among the throngs
removed her dress and began to
march naked, cutting through the
thick crowd on the sidewalk like
a rapier, everyone moving aside

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with her prowed breasts
with her hands down, like an irish dancer
she scurried slowly across

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Your mother performed
Absence so you do not know
Limits to desire
Whenever you face the loss
Of dolphins a void hammers

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one time he said men will use
kite strings to decapitate other men
                          riding motorcycles

no, you’re fucking with me         but it is
possible invisible strings can slice clean

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The messenger burned out and crashed.
Once a quick-silver bullet
Screaming into the sky,
“Listen to me! I have so much to tell you!”

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Stop that crap! We built this country
And made it what it is, great again,
After losing the topnotch place
With our kindness and indulgence;
It is our country now, and our home!

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May you know your neighbors’ names. May those names cause
more pleasure than frustration. May they applaud
the life you choose to build—your triumphs and flaws—
your loyalty and trysts—your science and your gods.

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or "aryan", or "norwegian". the ideal
of blond hair, blue eyes as wrapper
for a superior type of person
you know, the stable genius sort

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Hummingbirds emanate from a mirage's radiant haze now.
Tornadoes vanish on the glowing horizon comets graze now.

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I fake solemnity and self-negation, finish my meal.
Mosquito swarm about my face, sweat beads on
my brow. Emptiness was more fun to write about
before navigating the corridors of cancer wards, orderlies

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Admit the truth
open the window
goodbye to houses and hello to farms
this is the way things are
out in the world

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They call it stormy Monday,
Thursday’s just as bad
Siri’s not responding
​My GPS’s lead me to Riyadh

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Upon the scrotum's fell evacuation
the musculature normally declines--
or so the common wisdom of our time
lets one (that would be me) anticipate.
But here I feel a pair of muscles thrive
on my castrated travel-partner's sides:

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The clanging of her necklace
made her eat a
bar of pine tar soap

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You were very small at the time I admired you,
and from each glimpse across the water
​you seem only to have shrank away.

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In my death I meander through mirrors that reflect the void of my face. My eyes dissolve into black holes that contain multitudes of nothing.

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The paper is ripped on the page
of my favorite Alejandra Pizarnik
poem, my ear aches, and I cool
my hand with a glass of anything

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what kind of city is this where one line goes one way and another line elsewhere and another line with three possible points, another for foul shots, another for out of bounds? where telephones have lost some of their lines? where bodies come in types instead of fonts?

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The blue compels
furbelow
telegraphy
since
pullulation

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Speech was discouraged
to keep from setting off
the man of fire
who would lash and scorch
then burn you down.

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like cornered in juarez
or the rough stoppage
on a dead end street
like this is your other
this is the price of looking
of behaving in a rational
and irrational way

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A headless snake
striped like fresh high
way   neck rough
gnawed away from mind
away from—
no matter which reality

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The medical
papers in his left
hand somehow describe
a journey into hell
going deeper trying to
escape

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The bar is stained with alcohol
with a mirror behind
so it looks as if there’s twice as many bottles
as there really are.

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I am traveling with my uncle
down this old road falling apart
with potholes and chunked out gravel
an owl watches from the woods
the granite hills burn like buildings

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without relinquishing hope
            even a sliver that defies
                        dark sky          guarding
    person from poisonous

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"It is not my fault if you cannot understand what it is I am going to be talking about, if you lack the duende necessary to understand my poems on the run."

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Someone has gifted me an
astrolabe.  I use it to determine
the distance between the end
of one line & the next.  Its

ethnicity changes daily...

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Is Love the pinnacle of DIY culture?
If you have a band, can you love
in desperation? Can you print your
own love? Develop your own love
collective? Let’s ask the senior biologist

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the undertakers’ polyester suits
couldn’t withstand the volume
of work and soon they too were dead,
perhaps of constant exposure to
despair as well as lack of food,

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Keep it close
to the bone, boy.
Keep the blade busy.
You were never
going to be their darling
so what have you got to lose?

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