Naugahyde seats crackle and groan under my knees, / sounds like taking shoes off at the end of the night, / when I remember that the first computer / was a woman named Ada Lovelace / who worked from home, mailing numbers to a Difference Engine
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We walk in the firelight of foreclosed homes, / smoke thick as the ink of old contracts,
Read MoreImmortality Beaver
“Sorry, can I have a Woody Burger with cheese and a medium vanilla Chipper Chilly Chompachino?”
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After a few cycles, the clicking ceases / The diagnosis / Determines what a disease is / Until you die, gnosis ----------- is only a thesis
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If Venus were the moon / your voice would still / smell like gunpowder
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there’ll be snow on the tombstones, / snow and something else / soon enough
Read MoreFuneral Oration
And these, / throwers of caution to wind / are guardians of fire; / the living; / marching shoulder to shoulder with death, / ahead of death, / still living even after with death. / And forever with the name / with which they lived. / Since decay / passes beneath the tall horizon of their memory, / hunched and shamefaced.
Read MoreThe Wars Beneath
the wars that bind your plowshares to the capital of others /the wars that take you / the wars that break you / the wars that make you/ a little bit less / a little bit at a time
Read MoreA Million Miles
I see it in the folds of your hyacinth mouth / I hear it in the splintered syllables of your culling tongue / I’ll carry you with rough hands / across the waters / into nothing
Read MoreThus Feet Firmly Planted on the Earth
Ungrateful of their blessing, They were. / And the hands insulted, humanity they cursed. / Since their rightful place, was not crossed on chest, / in bowed servitude. / … And the fall began.
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Here’s a shit in Warsaw, / flying the Polish flag, / the German in Bonn. / In Lyon the Tricolor / sticks up from the dump.
Read MoreSomeday Massacre
I’m almost positive that / I’m dying. / Don’t laugh. It’s not a joke. / I haven’t told my wife yet / and I expect, / at your age, / you should be able to keep a secret.
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Big Rock Candy Mountain
Where they hung the jerk / That invented work
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The Republic of Dreams
His work is better suited / for panic attacks / than anything smacking of pride.
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Long Hours Away from Home
these parasitic hours sitting through the night
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Free Black History
Free as black ants in a bladed line.
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Invitation to Lubberland
‘Hot roasted pigs will meet ye,
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The Red Temple
“Lay down your labors, good worker.
Put off your boots and gloves.
Enter, and be among your comrades whole.”
Abandoned Mining Town
I heard scurrilous things:
babies with two heads
locked in the attic,
Rail Against
exploit, object. St. Louis as beeswax, resin
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