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decapitated quatrains of
bodies of huddled masses
as the living plot device
tugs and pulls and
becomes flaccid,
private screen to the
incognito tab
incorporated into the
big data morass
slogging in dialogue,
well maybe that’s canned,
capital H. Brown of this
mumble rap,
well past the scantron on
the standardized paper bags
over postwar plastic,
autotuned to can-can
dancing flappers
put for the18th hole:
no blacks, no jews,
no gods, no masters
track’s miscegenated
hardware compression on top
of the track, like
I got the master fader on speed dial
I got the master fader on speed dial
I got the master fader on speed dial
I got the master fader on speed dial
I got the master fader on speed dial
I got the master fader on speed dial
I got the master fader on speed dial
[operator is an executable file
please uninstall the terminal
thank you]
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punjab Sinaloa,
halal subtotal,
taxation by brown-skinned,
islamophobics,
taco trucks on every corner,
over legal doja,
neat ribbon closure,
“boa constructor”,
matter fact shouts
Lisa Jarnot
presbyterian Korea,
theatre of war,
and cold pizza,
quotidian, infrequent
no predicates either,
just some scathing critiques,
like stretching obliques, presidential orders
in them unmanned fleets
pockets of meaning,
dictionary-sized rants,
pre-upholstered in them echo chamber pants,
absurdists out of work
in line as breadcrumb pedants
just the tithes tied,
new nooses,
old meanings,
fresh produce,
ahistorical facts,
alternative realities to boot,
motes of what is moot,
authentic nonsense,
thesaurus on a park bench,
an about face
to round out my pretense
bold print, type cast,
post race, post doc,
ad hoc,
radicalist homemade eukaryotes,
parade floats,
the danger of the dredged coasts,
the logician as she boasts,
at an upward angle doze,
duty free,
respite or repose?
punjab Sinaloa,
halal subtotal,
taxation by brown-skinned,
islamophobics,
taco trucks on every corner,
over legal doja,
neat ribbon closure,
“boa constructor”,
matter fact shouts
Lisa Jarnot,
kid!
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[a short story by Muckraker Jones]
incredibly black and extremely eccentric!
Incredibly black and extremely eccentric…
(but where, but where, but where, but where??)
incredibly black and extremely eccentric
in Eugene, Oregon,
post-show brunch talking that Eugene Onegin,
so goes the heir apparent Pushkin,
sunlight, an envelope filter
before he cuts out
with his fortune
then continuing to prattle on,
onus is the next mea culpa college town
where they plant and nurture seedlings, outrage farm,
see even the parking ticket was organically sown
split the $50 difference from them usual citations:
footnotes, toenotes, Afro-centric in no sandals lately,
like lathe-cut to disrupt,
Portland in the cut,
snapping photos, soundcheck,
self-loather emeritus
after performance de-centered from the whiteness,
bearable lightness watching Insecure with
the finest genuine women, platonic
couch surfers upstream
in a ’99 La Saber swimming
just the pale Black negative
Jason Mantzoukas,
Dutch Brothers’, 5-North,
roses and tulips,
grandest delusions, yo
went to Bend, Oregon and
found the sound of silence
in audience movements
in Corvallis she reached for my what?
(No, stop, no)
Onto the next few days, yo
up the border verily,
blacked out bookings,
amplified group therapy
incredibly black and extremely eccentric!
(in Oregon)
Incredibly black and eccentric!
Incredibly black and extremely eccentric…
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plucked string
double dutch
around horn of Asia
spices clutched,
pearl species
who lost luster,
tore meniscus
mind fuck with
slipped discus off
compact rips
of cinema dubs
eastern progression
writ enlarged, interval
up to cholo sock
charge, see
hegemony makes a great
chai latte large
adorned with stars
and natal charts
in redundant mental acuities
the red carpet is a long shag
the dominant culture is
to imitate now in the past:
founding fathers all in drag,
“Tambor” in their voice
get them dismissed from
a lead role really fast, like
white men explaining:
“Nigga this is race craft”
in their hood voice
while three colored judges
give a down vote in the back
based off the audience’s choice, shit
signed the partial jurist
part-time,
who learned the art of rhyme
on coaxial time
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ladies and gents, guys, dolls
ladies and gents, guys, dolls
ladies and gents, guys, dolls
ladies and gents, guys, dolls
ladies and gents, guys, dolls, non gender-conforming individuals and
bathroom and genitalia sanctioning government systems:
the master fader is on speed dial for each and every one of you
to incorporate or dissociate,
hitherto reframe centrality
(bacchanal upload queues still processing, notwithstanding)
now is the time to strike down burdens
of small safe spaces in
over-enlarged illegitimate claims of land sovereignty
(jurisprudence is being co-produced with a large cash advance)
you may canvass for the most bourgeoisie commissary
if you understand the war of haplotypes will reach your doorstep eventually;
the new climate will bring saltwater to every suburban lawn
there are new words to this drought we will learn
through emojis: the new hieroglyphics
so ends this generation,
raised on images and
instant noodle passwords,
where the party only ends when
the power strip does
when will we rediscover fire?
and what will we call it?
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