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Before a child can grok a "ball" they have to be trained to narrow their focus from seeing a single field of multicolored light to being able to isolate spectrums. Before they can ever begin to identify shapes, they must first learn what parts of the visible spectrum to filter out, meaning to ignore, in order to be able to see.

Poem Shadow of a Poem

For Eggtooth, who claimed one should never write a poem about a poem or a dream. This poem was created using his words.

Excerpt From the Americ Book of the Dead

The old woman’s body on a platform that fills the cave, pallid skin, leathered face, lower lip stretched up over the upper, sutured in place with a skinned twig, eyes sewn shut with purple thread. Naked body covered in filthy gauze. Dead or sleeping. The post-natal mother on her

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it was said

This poem is widely known, much praised, and probably parodied more than any other. If you’re poetry literate, you’ll probably recognize the poem right away.

This Poem is Nifty

This poem is a non-fungible token. This poem is a type of cryptocurrency. This poem is cryptic currently. This poem is interchangeable. This poem cannot buy money. This poem has no value...

ariadne amazed

i was touched by you i was torched by you you put your boot on my face i was reminded of your beauty you put me in the maze you put me on the beast you saved me from yourself you betrayed me for my self

M.A.L.ediction of My Offense, Many of Whom are Entering Us

This poem is a mashup of Claudius’ soliloquy from Hamlet, and Donald Trump’s speech declaring his second run for president. It was first published in Unlikely Stories Mark V. O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven; I’m a victim, I will tell you. The vicious Republican

eagles toppling mountain goats

he came up on an eagle on a sandbar looking over his shoulder bloody beak dripping with dead cormorant...

Response to a Reputation of Despair

The host in the machine dwells in selfless piety of abrogated selfish-less common sense...

The Saddest Piss in the World

i’m standing in a dark closet dreaming dreaming like a monkey what a monkey sounds like what a monkey sounds like when it stubs it’s toe

Paranoia

Because I have an interest in all things paranoid, as well as poetry and photography, I had to have this book. Printed in 1963 in Brazil and very rare, I managed to get a copy. As a photobook, it didn’t disappoint.

Life on Mars

they say mars is dead but how'd those rocks get to the bottom of the hill

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Invocation for Children of the Secret

there are no levels of spiritual development, no hierarchical scheme, Jacob’s ladder may be climbed by all. The key to heaven’s gate is visible on the mat.