from “The random walk”
what can we do with this
the 100,000 years it takes a photon
to reach the surface of the sun
– Peter Gizzi
“Motherfucker I love the hail” (Whitman 15).
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i rent a movie and record over it with a 2-hour video of my hand bones flexing on a chessboard.
i chew peanuts standing in the kitchen shouting compliments at my family
“again my dirt-loveing face: again i love the dirt’
BETTY: I burned my car on purpose, that was maybe too much.
GRANT: I unbuckl my dance boots. This is where i am so on fire.
JASON: It’s january and
everybody is licking their cigarettes.
ALL: How uncanny to balance across a thing
“shit, this desert weather is temperate as hell” “no shit!”
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rip this poem in half
i don t care at all, i ll just make another
“Cash is dispensed below the scanner.” – Gandhi
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In the south it looks like rain (in the south
it looks like rain.
Late july, harvest your wheat!
i scrape rust off a bicycle headlamp:
cornfields even the moon is orange tonight
“Dennis, unhook my car’s air conditioning now.” – Gandhi
I thought football & curling were different sports
I thought algebra & critical theory were separate disciplines.
Good fucking lord we enjoy the wheat season in michigan
“see this chair? I’ll burn it, I don’t care about chairs” – Gandhi
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it’s august in michigan , i’m kicking footballs into a cornfield
(baked squash + jaybirds)
train tracks + the
it’s august in michigan, efforts to reduce my stress are stressing me out. “if this is dick cheney, where the fuck is my house?”
( now i don’t do anything.
it’s august in michigan. your warm legs fill a dress. we don’t feel bad at all—
the rain comes,
we don’t feel bad in the rain at all