Kaufman

Kyle Kaufman

Two Poems

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interrogating      after the session    the irregular    tight huddle    sky if the capitalist     noted ripples     an ant works under the same lights United we      republicans     down by Manzanar    and who architects forgetting? shift   like for immigrants ]     firmly urban late bloomers    glow on wet streets for if i write more   how firmly    “ by heart ”       to dust the pictures but leave them crooked wednesday afternoon   a shower of lights   aspen creek    gibbed & girded wearing my best pink shirt   black  burnt grumpy & mean    blah   blom   blotso the background groan    coffee     2 beers down   i miss this world fuzz floating       socialization                  glides the knife        not lonely   not out of place a completely unmarked black     and the space there?   oriyoki    layoff  merger secret of calligraphy     of samsara    if the blinking  defers ordinary neon   average dramatic queens      empty and untapped a man comes out of a closet as a girl out for the night      listens something definite     photographic butbasicbordersname consider  consider alchemy     yr bitters first the solid shapes of the world delicious control    yet out comes delicious      darkness new fictive     form  :  already particular energies   a cultivar    also irregular office folk between offices not isolated orderings        – porn star                                         – escort                                         – call girl                                         – street walker                                         – brothel girl                                         – lap dancer with their rituals     as per definition    our machineobjects             as flexible as how who are  am we  i    keeps moving a conversation   sex        hungry to define  a constant accessorizing   matrix ( a moving not a movie      bike wheel wheels revolution can be seen as   to make these stones   taxi drivers dashboard dice   newborn in white jumper held by dad playing w/ feet     to fill the always awkward    potholes       the driver could beyond conventional goals   to watch the easy bodies SMITHSONIAN ARTICLE ON PAKISTAN  listening to strangers open cupboards   a cold world w/   eyes    a hole    a lowering    a further  hole cosmetic blog  “ fundament     the dog chases his    where   ductile torsion closing the gap ( mo jagged mo trouble a desire for stable currencies  bumped my head on a low overhang    the ancient bristlecone pine forest    city is to seitan as countryside is to                                  a ) cowboy                                  b ) tofu                                  c ) an equal portion of                                       death                                  d ) national park /                                       bonsai an elaboration or continuation by new form    artificial    precepts wired in to effect its affect    nothing  special totipotent contestations     the electorate miserable  “ meanwhile Ophelia dies ” litany   little wispy white flowers  of griefs “ how could a white girl get away with it? ” saddled to fire      not a question of belief :      jim in seoul   maya deren in Haiti     the rider bursts out  in “ … Without incident   or making comment ”   18th & Dolores     after adolescence   a young man needs to learn   the freq. of asking a getting dark of certainty  w/ o incident great Greek remove where the heart both hooks   on the page   endless and intimate family   some familiar somewhere      how did you get there? you’re so bored its boring he couldn’t imagine late afternoon. he was expensive   also anxious   a  little dazed   a little dream fog & logic running to snare the viewer to buy    the warcry – it’s time to enlist and yet he had no desire  in bodily dismemberment   the chthonic hiding in the house rage    the emptiness of loud men  –   redo the father’s room    –    “ we need ” the making of a room   the phalanx of advancing police   the plonk of synth over looped bass   heartache to heartache and still jetlagged and tired and tired  – a woman smiled at me &Ndash; i reminded her of something   IT FELT NICE – there is a pleasant breeze       living under occupation    this is old news     i get to choose the color of my occupying army’ s tanks all buddhas throughout space and time take the 4 horsemen   and give them the 4 noble truths   warm now    w/ windows open     are blanket & a fire for when it turns cold    there’s no heater   but it is clean : i’ve checked the walls      The Empire State   “ to fill a need ” every millionaire’s grandchild  formerly an Iroquois empire   the old man falls what does the name matter? and the spider at his side waited to pull him in pulled him in    it went fast though it looked slow      “ extinct ” woods full of paths  French suits   British figures to fall asleep    all day   consider the geese    who think    “ in lines ”    a beautiful & fatal wound    thought noble w/ o borders    w/ a cannibalism of eyes –  empire     state  “ building blocks ”

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