Tag Archives: Joe Milford

how to be torn apart by the everyday happily

fighting an army of Ken -dolls with my bad credit bill-bullets             slaughtering Calvary’s of stickmen with sickles of 3-D moons beating up buff lifeguards on balconies             with boxing gloves of dissecting phrases the Neanderthal intellectual, a sword-tongued Zorro saving sacred … Continue reading

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Vantage point

A maze to a drunk Is a walk through walls Easy as parking In a levitating park Those who we depend Upon depend on those A foundation Of pillows bursting We celebrate Gunshots and cumshots Money everywhere How do we … Continue reading

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The Poet’s Wardrobe

When the whole cataclysmic world the raging orb got to be too much you just put on poetry. People wonder how you even move around with it on, it so laden with core-ore and leadbelly. Like a robe of nanotechnology, … Continue reading

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Elisenda

Most of what I do to her happens on my lap Sometimes on a table—I put my hands on her head Swivel her screws, unravel her bronzen hair That has become woodsy and thick with organic Material—skin and blood from … Continue reading

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Valentine’s Day

The absurdity of balloons—putting air lighter than air in bags and bags of hot air breathing in the night after over-expensive dinners as the bags of air float over their beds and the bags of fluids in their bodies float … Continue reading

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