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mammal | * / w o r d h o l e / *
https://mrpillis.wordpress.com/2013/09/07/mammal
09/07/2013 at 4:26 pm · Filed under poems. Push you to talk. Are you living in. At the same time? Together. Where was. Your Death born my dear? Forget, a lonely mirror. Click to email (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window). Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). No comments yet ». Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). The data...
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uncanny valley | * / w o r d h o l e / *
https://mrpillis.wordpress.com/2014/02/11/uncanny-valley
02/11/2014 at 12:39 am · Filed under poems. The magic of the child is. That the child is magic,. There is no word for. To look at that is to know. You too are naming tired. Futures, to remember the. Envelope of birth and easy. A clever child tells you. A trick and the world becomes. Wrong again, adult, who wants. The inventive hand of craft. Cutting up the simple marsh. I want rounded eye smashes. And tulips, no room for fancy. Galoshes or parents. Tombs. Are prettier than math and. P A G E S /404/.
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a field of something | * / w o r d h o l e / *
https://mrpillis.wordpress.com/2014/01/09/a-field-of-something
A field of something. 01/09/2014 at 4:26 pm · Filed under poems. My thinking smoke is directly above. My right and left nostril. The word loop feeds in a circle, a hazy chain of word chunks I see. Them stretch from ear to ear, one thought held and recycled. Thinking is back and forwards. Language comes through the parse And forced through the throat. Think. In one complete chain of cascades, layer and build and ramshackle spit. I said I say! I speak and then it. I am folding, my being arms are. When we w...
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The very generic notion of survival | * / w o r d h o l e / *
https://mrpillis.wordpress.com/2013/10/12/the-very-generic-notion-of-survival
The very generic notion of survival. 10/12/2013 at 12:24 am · Filed under poems. My strategy for acquiring the personality required full immersion, both ontologically and shamefully. What are you going. To make it say? People perceive in compositions. They don’t perceive in individual trees. That’s the jelly. Click to email (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window). Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). No comments yet ».
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building a life | * / w o r d h o l e / *
https://mrpillis.wordpress.com/2014/03/12/building-a-life
03/12/2014 at 3:30 pm · Filed under poems. The story never plays. We’d play that film but. Certain parts wouldn’t play. Waiting for the whole story to be told. Certain parts are cut out. The image of digging into. Myself like the way I feel-. A huge vat is formed in. The cavity that we caress and. The large empty hollow. Blown out embellished center. The intimate and exact experience. Of drawing something horrid. A mailbox and a maid. How will I remember this past experience? No origin outside itself,.
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reboot | * / w o r d h o l e / *
https://mrpillis.wordpress.com/2014/02/28/reboot
02/28/2014 at 8:50 am · Filed under poems. I want to reboot. And reinstall Mac osX. I should not have. Hold down “option”. Master of puppets the girl. Sitting next to me. The story that never plays. We’d play that film but. Certain parts wouldn’t. Movie on linear tv. How young do you. Want to feel today? Click to email (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window). Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). No comments yet ». 8220;gro...
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super naked automatic | * / w o r d h o l e / *
https://mrpillis.wordpress.com/2013/09/27/super-naked-automatic
09/27/2013 at 2:26 am · Filed under poems. To me, the text. I’ll let you observe. This isn’t a free. Commit to the theater. Welcome to the world. Click to email (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window). Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). No comments yet ». Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). P A G E S /404/. The data of th...
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ordinary | * / w o r d h o l e / *
https://mrpillis.wordpress.com/2014/03/22/ordinary
03/22/2014 at 9:54 pm · Filed under poems. The world does not amaze you. In and of itself. The product is too. Distracting, expensive- obviously. Pink and bored in the backseat. I am not “Your Personal Caravan”- nor drama, cellphone, or meal- all of. Us were educated, ignorant and hungry, all of us wear shoes, attend beaches. Are you unprepared, perhaps, for the duration, it’s excessive and well acknowledged limitations? Dry martini, perfect lighting? Click to email (Opens in new window). Collections of ...
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bauble | * / w o r d h o l e / *
https://mrpillis.wordpress.com/2014/02/21/bauble
02/21/2014 at 3:30 pm · Filed under poems. My teacher is not. Reproducing, but her fingers. Are berries, shapes like air. Sacs and roots. Hair was worn. Literally, as a coveted substance,. Her metal rings are conscious. Delineations of the end of her protrusions. Forget nurturing breasts, replacing that with its. Opposite, the hollow echo hole. Of literature, elocution. When we were walking together. I invented an accident, tripping. Suddenly on the smudgy. Pavement. She had to scream. Collections of lis...
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judith butler colon tuba | * / w o r d h o l e / *
https://mrpillis.wordpress.com/2014/03/13/judith-butler-colon-tuba
Judith butler colon tuba. 03/13/2014 at 10:11 pm · Filed under poems. I do not want. To be a cowboy. But I want the gear. That was horrible,. Sense, and I won’t. Make a pop up for. The sake of it. You and me Will. Say unique and random,. Non-responsive, detailed and. Parallel pieces of conversation. I swear, I will wear myself,. Not this sombrero, which. Makes me feel muscular enough. To find your head. Click to email (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). No comments yet ».
