Category: Entertainment
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In the 3rd museum to kick me out
my arm between the jaws of a marble wolf security guards ripping … To unlock the rest of this poem, join the Circus!
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The Curse of the Colonel
In 1985, the Japanese baseball team Hanshin Tigers won their first victory in the Japan Series. Fans celebrated the underdog’s win by gathering at the Dotonbori River and yelling each player’s name before a fan dressed as that player jumped into the water. Since there were no fans that looked like the American MVP Randy…
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These Artists
1. Flowing. You are a pedestrian: you are in enforced imprisonment. This is the phantom you are plagued by. You hear whispers and shouts permeated around the sidewalk that you try to float by in loose motions; sometimes songs bubbled under skin, common sense suggests this resonated in privacy. Like say some kind-a…
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Correction
Oh, what will it take for this old heart to be kinder – for me to smile at my mother and say, yes, yes, that’s right when she tells me that the waning moon is waxing.
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Antares’ Benediction
Reeves loved Antares, seven hundred times the size of our sun, the giant red star in the constellation Scorpius. Five hundred and fifty light years away sounds like a lot but only when constrained by gravity. The distance shrinks to nothing when freed by death, the opposite of gravity, serving as a celestial…
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I Listened to Schumann
1. Last night in the dark I listened to Schumann, I listened and took notice of my listening. In the house adjacent this, a man and wife had built a fire, and while I listened to my listening I heard their children scream with such delight I’d never heard: in orange …
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Antonio & The Avocados
San Diego, 1974 Is this enough? he asked his mother, wishing the pits were baseballs, the bruised skin of those on the counter his father’s skin. All along 10th Avenue the world was erupting & without perimeter. The mound of them shone moon-yellow on a lavender tray. Enough, Antonio, & now you play…
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Girls at Yangshuo
Before the boats were built we sat on trees felled by storm and made songs for the river. My sisters came and we laughed at what we wore, our confusion and skin. There were no synonyms. When the elders arrived, the fires burned on and Kwa-Sun used a leaf to wipe her lips…
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Three Ways to Defeat the Bourgeoisie
1. To stop a fire build a fire. Your body caught in flame will be like iron, the notion of iron, and then you’ll realize the body given you by history was never a body at all… To unlock the rest of this poem, CLICK HERE & join the Circus! …
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Salt-Lick
the earth will deliver a long and timeless death to the hunter, return to his oiled gun, and the deer, return to the leaves, and the leaves, return to the dirt, urgent under this torturous moon, all of these boots encrusted with mud, urgent again under these torturous stars, fifteen years of crying, fifteen years…
