it’s got love out the yin-yang
it makes a sound like a zippered handbag being opened inside a cat
it feels the pleasant weight of its lover & cries out for the touch of her lungs
it fixes its eyes on the future & gets buggered by the past

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Crazy buys a gun
Crazy walks right in
Crazy shoots and shoots
Your mother
Your daughter
​Your son

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At 40 miles per hour, everybody splits open.
Thighs and dreams and hands holding signs
about lives and rights and histories.

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Now sirens scream as thunderheads encircle my teardrop isle.  I recall from my cool school days a question about the world ending in fire or ice.

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no one teaches girls
            to fall down with grace
                        coaches yell, Slide and Get Up,
                        Hey, You Are Not Hurt,
                        No Blood, Brush It Off.

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Like a small miracle, it forms the shape of a Rubinesque angel in the center aisle between pews. Outside, a nun slaps me while I’m standing on the church steps. Then, she hugs me and weeps.

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I like myself after, free for just that moment
of the surly bonds of corporeality,
of no touch, no sight, no sound, no scent, no taste,
no mind,

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But the next present hasn’t surrendered, for nothing’s inevitable
where nothing’s been. What lifts in the blood searches through
space for signs of life. Where half of this day has been night,
half of the night remains some kind of Bodhisattva emptiness.

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scant remains
for burial
trees continue to
sing and more birds
​join in.

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like this pawnshop show
after the news
starring a cast
of witty white characters
in an inner city 
​crack neighborhood

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we let it slide
when we got beaten
shitless and you stood idly by,
when you caught the thief
and offered us the once-in-a-life-
time chance to beat
him as he stood tied

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You can all fuck off,
said the trees
to thee peoples.
Yes, fuck off, indeed,
the coral said

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you go to Hell to burn forever and
it's not just purification but pun
-ishment, too
, my Sunday School teacher swears,
and if anybody knows then she does,
she's an Administrative Assistant
part-time at the local junior college

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It’s like walking into a hallucination without being quite sure whose it is. I kind of wish Baudelaire were alive to see it. Under the turmoil of a violet gray sky, there’s a fire made of people.

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which led me to wonder what would have happened if Gerald Ford and Bob Dole and Ronald Reagan came out in sparkly polyester and started two-stepping in time with the trumpet players

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before the virus becomes perpetual
before we become petulant
before our palms sweat
before we degenerate
and our humor gets morbid

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His permit specifically says:
Out of the way.
There are local officials on hand
To decide what constitutes
​Out of the way.

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Slag heaps lit up
by the streetlamps –
polished up
shame
shining hard,

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Every love is average, longs for an outside to say forever in under three minutes. In the cinemas boats capsize, buildings burn and the soft rock stylings proceed as if love were weather, its form needing no defense.

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How the trickle of pity unfolds, how the decadence of liturgy is a bitter taste of blood; or, fishing deep, the vermin streaks and you at the threshold, all those sweeping features, all the rocks that climb out of the sea, all the thieves clinging to the peaks.

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For a second, I assume I’ve failed to zone back in, like the times I’ve been engrossed by words on a page, so much so a favourite album has skipped several tracks imperceptibly. When this happens, I feel hot shame.

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It’s not that hard to learn that friends have died.
We’re used to death fucking everything up.
But to watch them suffer, to listen to them
​scream. And whimper. And moan. That’s rough.

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If it’s natural for some types of people to act that way,
then maybe de-naturing is what’s needed. If we’re going
to go down, let’s go down flaming. The two-party system
bats a shuttlecock of trivia, caked in fake, back and further
back; we are the net, immobile, invisible, watching the news

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I do not like the person gathering behind these words
I do not believe his wound is what he says it is
​I see nothing in his chipped little eyes that leads me to believe

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          knowing imposed
          ancient acquisitions
          on the momentary 

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released to his
own care after
promising to
take medicine,
a promise he
​is sure to break

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The water leaves
waves of arrogance, no longer
bubbling below the surface. Hate sunbaths happily
on bleached out yellow sand. Intolerance floats on the breeze
a tangle of slogans and lies. Hate,
injustice and greed on the savage vertical,

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the noose of anxiety
hangs itself from a tree branch,
commits suicide,
dangling from a greater enmity
demanding tribute—

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When I grow up I want to be a) happy: is something no one ever says, or b) unalone c) whole d) a hole e) anything but an a-hole, or f) hungry for the food of thought

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Sometimes, I think there are talismans. If you can hit on the right configuration, you can open doors to other places. If you’re patient, you can pick the lock. I’m still trying out different combinations: a pocket watch and a pitcher of Wyler’s Electric Grape?

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signs of the Black Death can still be
seen. Now a bittersweet place, that
neither technology nor the rapid con-
​sumption of shooters can transform.

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you feel your body breaking
cutting cord
melting chain

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Getting & spending are lesser evils now
we have pandemic & pandemonium
caused by war and no real peace, even on Bali,
known for pacific waters and gorgeous daughters
in rebellion against the rule of tides,

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i pulled the rifles
the switchblade
and gun from
the rabbit hole,
and laid them
​across my bed

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The idolatrous ink runs red once more
and we wash our hands of the whole affair
trying in vain to keep the fresh blood from dripping
on our Sunday best
​while consoling ourselves because after all

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Our founders didn’t want freedom
from religion as much as freedom
from that particular religion—
they worried about competing
sects getting too authoritarian,

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