five ways to kill a man

24Sep08

Five Ways To Kill A Man by Edwin Brock

There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man.
You can make him carry a plank of wood
to the top of a hill and nail him to it. To do this
properly you require a crowd of people
wearing sandals, a cock that crows, a cloak
to dissect, a sponge, some [...]

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exercise in negative capability

16Sep08

milk before killing, milk before eating (with the patience required for screwing in a light bulb)
There’s room for meat
and mars this time of year is burnt skin.
They peel it.
When i reach the telephone booth please have my horse ready. He’s been gnawing on the number nine. The last cloud of hay didn’t come [...]

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i’ve arrived

10Sep08

my fat face is ripe:
i don’t want to fall in love or share a bed or a bank account or an apartment
my eye is swollen again, adding to the puffiness:
i’m not interested in having date nights, that comes years after the prescribed flirting that comes months after the small talk over sushi.
my fiber intake is [...]

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writings exiled from the books (the body is electric)

09Sep08

(egg-electric gestation)
body=eggshell
electricity=egg
we attempt to plural it.
i press up out of the body, upon
crater
landfill
field
peel, infant exoskeleton
husk, malfunction

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plumage

07Sep08

have i written it before, not too long ago. i hope not to repeat myself:
i’ve been pulling pieces of my brain out from my nose and ears.
it’s embarrassing.
the whole truth of the past comes pouring out and i have to remember it: it’s like looking at little television screens embedded in the brain [...]

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on the parody of control

03Sep08

sheep/
clavicle
northern/
each year…
each moment…
embarrassing(
if not to keep my mouth closed
and the body postured stiff)
today and only today, i want to hear a deep voice,
particular,
miss everything
i imagined,
every delusional
plumage reaching out to me.
bee/
apostrophe/
formal boss.
however
cream/
proof–

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