All These Rooms

i wanna be so rich…
if you say my name on television
you die of homosexuality.

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she is an emaciated leech
who slid down to the toenail of an economy,
sucking and slurping.
they hung her and mutilated and burned her.
the mouth of a savior
with human teeth,
masticated, pulverized and
swallowed her into the lord.
a tongue:
not just for rhetoric, but passing food
back and forward in nashing jaws.
whispering it was her fault for exciting their intrest,
screaming harlot […]

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when you’re out, sell your lucky one
so no one can leave
don’t you like what you’re fleeing
enough to keep it?
only hope till your coffin’s warm
don’t hardly speak
time a little time
and you clutch to the heat
**half credit/ inspiration to J. Vernon**

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Everyday a fair amount
of risings and of knocking down
still unbending as she wore her crown - the one she did not know before -
she wore and wore and pimped and whored
and went to battle both with and not-so-for that little bourbon body
carried her through the streets and up
and up to touch the tops
of mountains and […]

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If you want the hallowed whomper stick (TM), you must win the following challenge. And since you are naughty, asymmetrical little (all these) room-mates, I challenge you to write a somehow-symmetrical poem. The symmetry can be something like lines of equal length, number of letters, number of words, etc. Or pick some other type of […]

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When the whole crowd is circulating such that soon everyone is covered in blood, and I call for him
Fearful Frank! Fearful Frank!
No one turns for me.

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YOU CAN LIVE
7.1.06
Waiting for the sunrise
I walk down to the Hawthorne
bridge. I’ve decided. Today,
I’ll be the brother
who has died
and you can be the one
who fills his pockets
with rocks. You can throw
them at the parked cars
as you pass the open mouthed
mansions in Ladd’s addition
as their windows dart
and twitch with that last
burst of dreaming that comes
just before […]

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Our realities were merging to
Copulate and produce beautiful,
Upon the most beautiful
Of babies.
Have I not written enough for you lately?
My sincerest of apologies
Are found in the back pocket
Of my jeans…
Folded and tarnished
At the seams.
And you, my love,
How do you feel like one of
My childhood dreams?
Panned out in a panoramic
Timeline of memories and vacancies -
Spreading out limb […]

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Got this off a yahoo listserve for “Creative Writing Opportunities.”
Lake Forest College
Madeleine P. Plonsker Emerging Writer’s Residency Prize
Lake Forest College, in conjunction with the &NOW Festival, invites applications for an emerging poet under forty years old, with no major book publication to spend two months (February-March or March-April 2009) in residence at our campus in […]

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ALMOST MORNING
Am wet. My old girlfriend’s apartment.
Looks the same. The street glints,
stained in rain. Tears. Look for stars.
None on the horizon.
Inside. She thrashes at her comforter.
Gets up, heads for the bathroom. Goes back to bed.
Dig the hide-a-key from the mail box. Go in.
Lift the blanket with with a finger. Lay down
slow. She groans
and rolls over. […]

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