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Jagged-edged, it scraped the sides as it emerged.
Such disappointment: something so sharp
should have had crystal slivers, flashing lights
and metal levers, not be
Occam’s Razor Suggests If Something Falls from the Sky It’s More Likely Something’s Excrement Than Divine
Occam’s Razor Suggests If Something Falls from the Sky It’s More Likely Something’s Excrement Than Divine
I once knew the exact street price
of every pill in the area.
I once
Russian Bot: Poems from a State-Sponsored Predictive Text Emulator
Last year, Twitter’s staff revealed that they had discovered thousands of accounts affiliated with the Internet Research Agency, an organization sensationalized in the press as
I Fell
“I Fell”
IN YOUR FACE
Eetsy beetsy tsetse fly—
“un_____ hairy __it,” a spy—
flick of hand
and
then you die.
Buzz electric
stubborn, hearty
so eclectic
you are party
to a wedding,
flash mob,
The Passion
Prologue
The Man Who Was Legion Testifies
I used to live over there, beyond those hills, in the catacombs, and sleep on the soft earth of fresh graves. I used to throw myself on t
[Some random American candids]
Oops,
he caught Me,
while I sat,
parallel to them,
in the low light
fully charged.
“I’ve already told someone,” he said
“Everyone knows what You’re doing here.
Autassassinophile
Ghost virgin lying horizontal on the train tracks
Sweet Brown background bickers over syntax
Call, that would catch them; hands dusted in gutter glitter
So instead they specul
OAKLAND FIRE CODE
by W. H Duryea & E.E. COLI
Dedicated to the victims of the Oakland warehouse fire, emergency responders, and Wallace Stevens.
101.2. Scope.
This code
establishes
regulatio
4 Poems on Stasis
Operation Ranch Hand
My desktop is a photograph
of a Vietnamese river delta,
post-Agent Orange.
The landscape has been
meticulously defoliated.
It is barren.
In the gr