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Friday, September 24, 2021

Edmund Berrigan


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Ideological stance
If anything
I'd hammock the rest
from cheek to cheekbone
& choke the child sense
of redistributed harmony
or adjst harm spent
docked on a mooring
& get thee sway.


Pointing Observation
How come I still feel
young & stupid?
I look different


This; no.
This is no ordinary
a-sexual reproductive
history of the sponge.

This, no trope specify
Name number pacify.

No translation provided
piquante porter portrayed
as duckbilled.

Fop the scholar slunk.

Polarize the community
puncture the common wealth

who pissed off the plague
repeated the demigog

This experience is no
Protean limit of fake sick
There, I've always wanted to
put that there. That. This, no.


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