Letter from Grad School By way of prolegomena Of arms and the man I sing Of a man with arms And hands, for that matter And nothing that matters to do with them But push gliding yellow felt pens Across the faceless fees Of physicians Dealing the New Deal daily, deftly To the deaf shipbuilders [...]
The last party (Trivial Pursuit) She was in the room glowing a smile on her face she should have talked to me or looked at me Her boyfriend sat across from her like a cardboard cutout he should have been alive or at least awake another room awaits autonomous bordered by sounds of new wave [...]
deconbunktionalism I tear at it apart abrasively picking at the pieces like an overfed child making up messages from the steam of alphabet soup cooking in the other room my intentions were theirs every one separated my reactions were initial cause differences exploded similarities scattered in dispersement is the focal point the key to understanding [...]
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