At Four AM Our Neighbors Fuck
loudly and fleeting/improvised with sudden stops and starts annoying until the girl shouts something like aROOGA that steamboat sound from old art and I have to go out and rifle through my own recycling to keep from cracking up all up and down the street while they finish and settle soft into the ultimate Cat Stevens post-coital adult contemporary jam mode O! comatose and fatty lebensraum, O...
I hope you’re all having a good enough holiday that reading a long chapbook about diseases won’t spoil it, because here comes one: This chapbook is an extension of a project I worked on in late October, which I’ve continued to revise and play with a little bit since then. It owes whatever coherence and elegance it might have to the help and inspiration of several tumblr poets...
'Y Log,' 8/8
Org.log I am buying a property in Rittenhouse Square I’m designing the dwelling-place rub spices into wealth, a cold shin, I called “hey men— ‘pelts!”” other country in other countries. In other countries I’m qualified I’m CIS-old. men drop over cups and insect receipt plead ‘turn off air’ ‘turn off’ I’m going,...
'Y Log,' 7/8
I wash unto a photo-shoot and here calm lentil full pour of lentil ‘List Unto a Retina Reflecting Memory’ resume theft from book thank you a dime is it cold out its freezing we’re all programmers here we’re all wrecking an oracle (fighter/wreck voice/working log) trying both sister/brother hood
'Y Log,' 6/8
girls enter unto smoke, blue coat, plaid coat, May may, May//Urne. We’re doing a photo shoot for candy lane we’re all action we have got our head cast we have got our head cast in goo we’re finishing film in you we lunch for a textile design indecipherable text or sigh this release unto ‘Catachresis Corner’
'Y Log,' 5/8
rather than an audience rather ‘an audience’ loud levels lay-out levels oh unto ‘Solomon’ [lol] I can trigger the world by stealing poems or introducing meat into a soup [lol] the phrase ‘rogue link pressing for loud commas’ touches me I love this book will you take this book and cache binary figment— ‘ring ring’ als Urne O, O! [lol] ...
'Y Log,' 4/8
Ruin tea ruin dinner wreck lentil work work after Odradek after ‘Old Defeater’ I’m an Old Caesar, what’s a ‘day book’ over rail radio? The wireless password is ‘meowmeow’ O W strike strike strike and lag my body beneath wet rubble. I don’t want to die and especially not away from cholera
'Y Log,' 3/8
Is narrative easy? Can dialectics? Take mustard of five-grain, sprouts, cheddar still? Threes, four, blister? role-estate office over Uncannary Role, the bottom, the stale path? It’s an investment opportunity about fighting and boding young forever— Pakistani ‘hello!’ over Irish newspaper— I’m in love with a soft moustache brown pencil skirt in terms of...
'Y Log,' 2/8
Gravity Box: “particles in a coma,’ etc. ‘he held up my penis’ and so on, ‘drawing of cats—’ I’m here to make you an offer I’m here to make a serious business of her. We will live in the city forever, must for a drink once-in-a-lifetime real estate offer turned for tombed urns over Rittenhouse Square
'Y Log,' 1/8
A short sequence after Jena Osman’s ‘Memory Error Theater.’ Partially procedurally derived through transcription and mnemonics. - I’ve never read Moby Dick clean, well-lit place clean, well-lit in egg in air. Adjustment of ambient air. For mood, my harpoon, my jolly coma lapse, sighing vessicle. Heed weal, ‘touch...
Anonymous asked: Ever plan on doing a spoken word? I think it'd be enjoyable.
Procession of Former Borders Rewards Plus Members...
When I go to Barnes & Noble the reason I feel comfortable is because the genius of the place is invincible. I can sit behind a low wall and be a ghost. I can accidentally steal a book about great American schooners by walking through a wall with my hand in a deep bag. Everyone at Barnes & Noble is in love with an idea and you can unearth that idea at Barnes & Noble. You can get married...
Poem for Benjamin Franklin and Marat Bathing With...
If the tub is a species of urne: process of interment, location—mouth turned away from the earth, unto the Manes. Liquid abhorred by Romanes and antiquarians. <Hole in the surface the size and shape of a destroyed bug.> If the tub is a vehicle of meaning: sitting upright, read five pages of...
I repeated All Day Permanent Red in my head walking across a parking lot I believed if I repeated the title of the book I could erase the book and use it for myself sometime When Rae Armantrout references Fallout 3 I like it it validates my horrible choices and when I show my girlfriend she cares When I’m editing poems about presidents I like Americans more than I do when I’m not. I...
If you liked those poems, I hear that 1985’s Precedence, Food’s very first chapbook, is coming back into print soon, with a new introduction by his peer Glenn Francoise. I’m looking forward to it, and so should you!
-more from "Precedence" by Donald Food
J James Garfield twice detained in the forecourts of heaven by ghosts with plastic guiteau faces his hand in bowls of ice pretty spooky called him by name “Gin Garfield” the guy everybody loved I loved him too “there was never a man like my Charley” —GIT OUT— copious tears in my knuckle sandwich “I don’t dream about the president...
-from "Precedence," by Donald Food
McKinley like certain sentences by Jack Spicer like about famous gunmen I liked him when he spat out bones or wrapped his face in carriages I voted for him in the factory we loved his big cock on the hill top and his humidor we liked his chubby cheeks and high places his gottle of geer told our wives and daughters so when he died we cried we died also a big chunk of ice ...
Duration of Event
Would it be vain for me to say my hair looks fly today? The creation myth implies at least a nominal formalness: at the end of the myth something is created or accounted for that was not at the outset: one possible structure is the por qua story. Would it be vain for me to say there’s blood in my stool? Long before the era of the monorail, it was a great treat for children to be transported about...
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Lines about bones in Jack Spicer. Lines about ghosts. Lines about tiny ghosts. As “something” in “flesh” I always feel shy about decomposition. I’ll feel nervous about dying in a coffee shop if you’ll feel nervous about dying in a coffee shop and we can split a bagel with honey and apples. I may describe in a 14-part poem holding hands with a bulbous massive abstraction called “Spirit” outside...
Weird Thing About Living in the City
Is that locations become discrete. I mean, you can name places and recover them. I used to tell people to find me at the Starbucks by the Whole Foods near the dog shampoo place or the Starbucks in the Barnes & Noble (near Exton Square Mall) and maybe we could get some Indian food at that Indian food place without a sign Today cool teens are brawling in my tiny palm I couldn’t park where I...