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Entropy Poetry & Prose
but I’d redefine hardcore.
From Stop Signs by Shane Koyczan
For all the times curiosity gets the better of us
but until it gets the best we can test the lines,
until it gets the bets it’s all stop signs.
From Stop Signs by Shane Koyczan
It’s all interpretations that have been lost in translation.
From Stop Signs by Shane Koyczan
the chore of putting my eyes on
breakfast of edible memories
the bitter, the blame, the batty
a song playing in another city
under skin of ocean: echoing
loss litanies; cremations of
smoke my lungs can’t endure
endure mouthfuls of anesthesia
then wear my jeans of longing,
comb my hair raining ‘what if’
the anti-philosophy of spontaneous acrobatics
From Proclamation Without Pretension by Tristan Tzara
A year, ten years from now
I’ll remember this—
this sitting like drugged birds
in a glass case—
not why, only that we
were here like this together.
From Like This Together by Adrienne Rich
Miscarried knowledge twists us like hot sheets thrown askew.
From Like This Together by Adrienne Rich
Our words misunderstand us.
From Like This Together by Adrienne Rich
Let us now celebrate the poet who shot at his wife
but missed once, twice, three times. Thank God
he was a better poet than marksman.
Thank God for his poems: bitter, rude, profane.
Thank God for his poems: racist, sexist, pornographic.
Thank God for his poems: lovely, lovely, lovely.
From Open Books by Sherman Alexie
In his libido there is no room for the post-modern.
From Open Books by Sherman Alexie
Let us now celebrate the poet
who put her head into the oven.

Let us now celebrate the other poet
who put her head into the oven.

Let us now celebrate the man who married them both
and wrote the poems he orated when he buried them both.
From Open Books by Sherman Alexie
Let us now celebrate the poet who wrote odes
to her husband on the skin of her lover’s back.
From Open Books by Sherman Alexie
The same things that
attracted me in the first place,
will ultimately make me resent you.
From The Jerk by Jeffrey McDaniel
Do I dare disturb the universe?
From The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot
The Big Bang
sounds like what it was, the fucking
that got everything under way.
From Bars Poetica by Bob Hicok