The Golden Head

I split your hand in two
and take one half away
to the mostly empty space
where an older woman
coos and draws a map of dashes.

This woman struck me,

she clapped during the silence,
as she lay an animal to rest.

I pretend I've had enough
and walk to the porch
on the other side of your house.
Half of your hand is not enough I think

and go back to her.
A patient and uncompromising season.

But I went back to you first
and you told me that your hand was bleeding.

Take this I said handing you your hand.
That's only half of my hand you said.
But you've always been open to that possibility I said.

You keep a liquid element in your shoes
and feel tired at the sight of me.

I remind you of a minor accident
By the freeway last night.
Someone who had lost two hands

Hit someone who was looking for a drop-box.
The woman was there and she exclaimed
that there are four parts to every empty space.

I think I overheard her
as I was rolling down my window to say hello to you
while you were whistling at a hurricane speed,
dividing the world between cool and between warm.

generals of the civil war #3

James Ewell Brown Stuart

find the hidden tape recorder in maine

Have you invented or discovered any new and useful process, machine, article of manufacture, or compositions of matters, or any new useful improvement thereof? Perhaps a new, original, and ornamental design for an article of manufacture? Or possibly discovered and asexually reproduced any distinct and new variety of plant?
Just in case you have.

the pursuit of happiness
overly, muchly, thusly

Jason Polan will give you an hour, a day, or as many giraffes as you want.

by bees

The Warehouse

When someone was holding me
I was holding a small home-made rocket.
It’s uncool they told me. A large number
in place of a swallow is uncool I said back.
But that’s like telling me when I visit
you you’re just seeing things. It’s like telling me
a valuable gift can be held between your thumbs I said.
We weren’t wearing anything in particular.
It was unexpected for the prize-warehouse
where we were steeping a huge drink.
I hate being a giant you said. Drink this
and compare it to the color of your hands
said a hidden and sparklingly young mad boy.
Who is not here I said. The rest of us you said.
Evidence of the escape the boy said.

while the soup simmers along

generals of the civil war #2

William Tecumseh Sherman

On Poetry and National Power

Weeping is impossible. Try to wake up with all your clothes on. It's impossible.

Mr. Riddle I will look at you. I will look at you and think. Children. Books. Joke. Penzoil. What he said. Yeah what he said. Mr. Riddle.

family vacations gifted to dog fights
have nothing in common with the plum tree
a new protest copies a new behavior
approximately called the moving picture
having kissed common playgrounds
have nothing in common with your CB radio
having scooted into the sun by your pool
has a recipe naming your throat
something in common with the aisles of your heart
has nothing to forgive you for
a loose eye has nothing to forgive you for
has niagara falls printing film thin influenza
has nothing in common with influence
a perfected science and a sure thing
has a common pilot circling a pigeon
having nothing notable to lift
the heart has nothing to prepare you for
turned haphazardly to meet a butcher's eye
has ordered twice into an approaching storm

generals of the civil war #1

Pierre Gustave Toutant Beauregard

i have it

gerard jeremiah

jump ghost, hold that freezer open, for three days I circled the police fountain, waiting for fortune, or an abundance of neutral possibilities, my wet face is like the mud in your hands, the blind animals underneath, flavoring layer, kind of flavoring layer, the flavor-saver, you can have anything, it's possible I just caught it in a net, all-american creator, clean my hands on your wet face, I have seen your favorite place to posture and it is a good one, that varied idea of normal, 160 pandas, or the possibility of a cave in your arm, [expletive].

new long song same cave
new cave song long sane
new sane song long cave
new song long sane cave
new long sane cave song
new cave sane long song
new sane long cave song
new song cave sane long
new long cave sane song

"Rug/Hydrangea" by Alexander Vvedensky (read by Matvei Yankelevich)

"Blue Notebook #10" by Daniil Kharms (also read by M.Y.)

Irresponsible, parenthetical, phoenix.

The Go Poet

A rescue is under way you see

my cold shoulder bumping up against

the twins combing their beards you see

a metropolis. Now I have your things.

You can pick them up from whomever.

Maybe I'll have them there will be nothing else.

I said you could pick them up from the twins

but you’re not going to.

You’re going to run the track at school

and you’re going to be very good. The best.

Quantrill will recruit you

for his moving sidewalk.

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By summer you will remember everything.

It won't be easy. Unhinged brother will be there

to help. He has given away his lamb

for a pure soul. He is fashionable.

Now you are his time partner:

As I freeze this water I pin a medal on your hip

and we begin a balanced 2D dance. Your things

are bugged. They are ready to be rescued

from a healthy thing. Your soul is that way.

I play pickup with one thing in mind.

So you can hear more teens dreaming.

It's not a zebra it's a portrait. By a talented windmill operator. She has a gallery here.

& Ayad Sinawi

Controlling 6.