Thursday, July 17, 2025

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Procrastination.

"Someone needs to take the Epstein files to a Coldplay concert." --@stonekettle.bsky.social

"This is the work of the poem: to ruin reified boundaries by luring us—formally, linguistically, etymologically, surreally, recklessly, inappropriately, endlessly—towards the possibilities of unboundedness."

burnt umber ortfield
acreage shrink stakeless
car-sized spiders spiralling
espouse drowse
even as i sever
acreage thirst pursestrings
even as i starve

Confessions Of An Opium Eater (1962). ☆

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