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May 17, 2014
Saturday

11:12 PM
To Rod Moody-Corbett

I smell ozone in the air.
The parking lot is full of cars.
The soccer players return from their game.
I have not written poetry for a long time.

Today was a strange day:
I went to the bank.
I had an argument with M.F.W. about nothing.
I helped you look for your keys and fed you tea that was too hot.

      Somewhere in between—

      I misremembered something from Gatsby;
      You half-recalled a line from "Prufrock";
      You spoke fondly and sadly of Cheever;
      I remembered Ginsberg in line at the bookstore.

I made a bad joke about your hair.
We drove.
The smooth and treacherous Crowchild ran.
It began to rain.

I dropped you off and went home
thinking of the fine filigree of your soul
and the last line of the poem
which is this.

April 12, 2014
A Good Day

6:15 PM
To K.O.

I am trying to have a good day,
but I am sad because you are sad.

I bought some books today.
I took a walk. I drove.

I bought some notebooks also
and thought of writing in them.

I am trying to have a bad day,
but I am good because you are good.

I read some poetry today.
I cared only for some of it.

I am going to dedicate so
many poems to you, remember.

I am trying to have a good day,
but I am happy because you are happy.

I tried to drink some coffee and go to sleep
but instead I sat down and wrote this.

March 22, 2014
Re: Re: Medicaments

12:54 PM

This piece was written in Signal Mosaic, in response to Morroque's "Re: Medicaments", for a score of 10,367.

Benny Benson begins browsing best burnished brown bros, burrows big, bushiest brows. Tired Tom Thompson tries trust, ten ton tent technologies. Driving, Dodd Doddson deletes deleterious dove droves. Len Lenson lends Lorrie Lonson less lonely-looking, loopy looky-loos. Rob Robson rides red robins; Ron rubs, robs ruddy Rose Ronson rudderwise: "Row, row." Frink fines fros. Inez Innisworth irks ill Ike. Ennis Eton ends eel egos. Kenneth Kenilworth kills krill.

March 20, 2014
dangerous times

2:04 AM

 adumbrated by twilight
    the words drip out
like garbage juice
   out of a torn bag

       decimator joe tells
   guillemet andropov
         end of process
      she retort

      i asked for homo milk
  but all they had was
       milk of
    human kindness


      ¿shop by gender
i always thought
   hand grenades went very well
 with my pantyhose

 tangible telepresence
   the philosophy of foreskin
hands & conscience dirty
   with ftlong hamburglar

      note to self: buy a hedgehog
          read vonnegut to it
   stay away from wild animals
      & animals acting strangely


     did you know
  if you find a dead bird
  you no longer need to call 
        public health

     using a shovel  double bag
        the bird & put it out
  with your garbage or bury it
      at least two ft deep in your yard

      then wash your hands
   thoroughly
        with water
     & soap

March 4, 2014
Medicaments

6:19 AM

This piece was written in Signal Mosaic, for a score of 13,660.

Ben's pent tree hens bend steel sledge hexes. Ben's peeved, seemly peer renters see enemy sweets: "Deedle-dee!" Ben's pert pets best peeved renter nerds, lest Del Rey herds net wee tyee. Ben's grey geese seek hens, get Ben eels, beets, steers, geld, beers, seltzers. Ben weeps, teeters, begs hens: "Remember me! Spleen!" Clever hens' fleet feet hedge Pell Mell. - "Hell, Helen?" - "Been..." Ben pens grey rent fees. Denny keens, keels. Denny begs Len: "Blend BBC mens' ends!" Ben bends reds, beds Betty, Delbert, Renee, Len, Rex.

January 30, 2014
rife

3:20 AM

life isn't at all
what you expected
it'd be

six pee em ennui
& six ey em alarm
and in front of me

so grotesque
stapled stacks of sheets
to mark  on my desk

January 1, 2014
all exclusive resort

8:54 PM

  over the holidays
I went to an all
                     exclusive
                                 resort
     on the moon

                I took a trip into town
       once
             there was nothing to see
         I almost choked
                in my spacesuit
              by the tranquil sea

          nothing was included
 I had to make my own bed
      & bribe the little green men
                 to bring me booze
              & food

  but no one there
      ever asked my name
    or condescended to me
            in my mother tongue
         —& that was exceedingly good

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