I am fed.

July 29, 2014

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Call upon

July 21, 2014

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Call upon
Red
Call upon
Green

Delivered
Through tall grass
Snaking on
Forearms

The sharp fast
Knees sting
Corn the height
Of mother

Made
Stand now
The blades
Thigh high

Look up
Fields feed
Not us
The birds

Call upon
Cloud
Call upon
Murder

fairweather forge

April 15, 2014

dating history forge

wrought

big mirror shards

something in the style of final push

filial strokes

head

body

ego

bread

butter

fairweather

oh, can’t you be mine

you be mine

oh, but I’m gone

a thousand times gone

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passage

April 8, 2014

you end where I take it

and that, too 

is where I begin.

foul your cock

make 

solid the rights to your waste

no children will come 

of this.

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open

March 4, 2014

that is what here is for

notation dragging consequence 

you made a point

to write it down

ages pass

without deviation

stuck stuck

sun sucking 

ink from the page where

you left it

open

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“Meanwhile, deep ashore

We are building a boat

We are living an island

We are at the fucking beach

it’s a parking lot at the bottom of the block.”

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Sometime in the near future a crocheted sculptural environment will surround Gambletron in the newest incarnation of her electronic radio noise extravaganza. Johnny Nawracaj has created a series of large, three-dimensional geometric radio antennas crocheted in soft, conductive wire. The pyramidal antennas are an extension of Gambletron’s radio Theramin. They grow from yarn structures emulating the video glitches and fractal patterns generated live by Nawracaj in a video projection accompanying Gambletron as she performs.

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Britney//Alice

January 16, 2014

I’ve lucky to live down

Likelihoods tearing seams and pierced

I fortress hold idolatresss

Cut my own hair

Telling lilies under the wall

Graves loose and close

Earth piled and piled

The way back up the hands will hold

Fold one over the other

After loss and mother father all mixed up

Puppy to come home

Lick your feet

And we walk snows at light down

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flipping, facing in

November 13, 2013

Janus determined the coin turned in one hand. and one over the mouth.

the eyes of Jacks and the eyes of Mary. turning and turning and the like.

“it’s not the end of the world,” said mother father, “not yet and an unlucky never.” long fingers spinning whirlpools into the lake close to shore.

little girl being falls in and their little boy feelings spread like oil over the surface.

one and one

and more than both is never neither. ever nearer.

daddy witch catches them in her big big hands. long fingers spinning into circles the bodies that are more.

Janus turns the coin again over. his hands are small and the coin shines bigger than his large eyes even. two faces cry into each other and the coin has no sides but one when each face the other and spread legged pull hand to wrist to push their gaping wet holes together facing in. if there were a little drill to the skull they couldn’t know more than they do now, then they will know then- she and they- when more comes.

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tooth and nail

November 7, 2013

tooth and nail luxuirous migrane

an[y]other Day

October 25, 2013

Knows the Butcher

Take Time out of a day

follows tenuous prosaic etiquette

to get w/t[f]here

then another Day

(they didn’t know)

snaps

complete break

Forearm for Pork Loin

but it isn’t a trade…

Value falls of long estimation

Time taken and the Burden a faulty Ours

Bears mix here. There.

They wax.

wire frame

1 lens cracked under bare feet mashing the carpet at small hours double ridden home drunk

the other ok

pretty broke

i guess

he was and i

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