poems || michael farrell

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o+n+e

they she on the street
 seeing
a crowd
 & when
death comes & were found
 in the bush h w i z e m n or living in
a south with our lover
 k o j l writing
letters about
 salesmen &
how holiday places are ruined
 p r s t v in a church starting a poem
q x y withdrawing a dynamic its poor
 we
cant be
 all good
a game starts a b c t d one rules
 no going outside of a circle
f h which admit had its effects
 caught
h w i e being obnoxious n g
 to what
well everything
 represents repression when youre obsessed
k o its all dry & wont get
 wet j l m p z z s v q x feel a vibration isnt
love
 dangerous yet
hell go
 to see his fate tonight
importing heat into wherever theres gaps
 being reclusive with a rose
y a b c finding
            lines on
shelves in
 archives t trying to reverse what
had been learned he turned from
 a switch d f his zipper catching
look
 an early
notice h w now
 im writing in colour blades
of green flash by do you
hear it people on ponds
mittened
 & chatting
telling him
 her unreal name he was
being romantic too i q n & what if
 they just went home g k o l m unwanted
yet
 devoted thinking
a world
 spared for our behind team
p j z z with nets & like a donkey
 sending out its deadly bees he
superiorly watching from a nonexistent
 branch
s e v y my self
 a balloon
misremembering air
 something his country could identify
a c t in the boat with a career
 kicking about it should smell
you
 come over
a horizon
 a sun on you like
a painter d f h b e & your dog makes
friends with emptiness because its
cool
 & when
they got 
it home it wasnt an
elixir at all q n g w k o l a wry face
 a reading of mince a
studied
 ordinariness which
works expands
 or surprises readers of selves
theyre teaching what they want to
 know its new years eve
we
 stop being
poststructuralist &
 join hands an instabilitys x m deflected
were safe in the earths character
 stable
as narcissism 
 looking out
for the number we are

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 summer sonny

my tonometer is glib, ibo shall tangle the strobiles of your heather.
my toon is glib, iching shall tangle the stromata of your hebetude.


that dainty yoyo erased, was ithyphallic not of your motor?
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my yugoslav, my sun, lotharios passing.
my zambo, my sup, lounges passing.

my zed, my superego, loves passing.
that dalmatian yurt erased, was ixia not of your motu proprio?
damask roosters, vixens 4th secco, cliched & beautiful.

my zen, my superfluity, lox passing.
the ophicleide yoyo lampooned, was ithyphallic not the jade halacha?


my topaz is glib, icile shall tangle the structuralisms of your heck.
yoyo turn your hearing & ibo shall never see yoyo again,
what do ibo have to lose, sweet imp, but evzone.
yurt turn your heath & iching shall never see yurt again,
that damask zapateado erased, was jabberwocky not of your mould?
that damnum zedoary erased, was jack not of your mount?
my zeppelin, my superior, lubritoriums passing.
my topi is glib, iconology shall tangle the strumpets of your heddle.
my vertebration of hives: paleae, wrongdoers, the red desiccator of peppermints.


my vervet of hob: palindromes, xanthippes, the red desk of percents.



my topos is glib, id shall tangle the stuccoes of your heel.
that tire yoyo embraced, was ithyphallic not of your fatso?
zapateado turn your heavy & icicle shall never see zapateado again,

my torah is glib, idee recue shall tangle the stuffs of your height.
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my torgoch is glib, ides shall tangle the stunts of your helianthus.
my torpid is glib, idler shall tangle the sturgeons of your helium.
enter the tussle, my motors bacteriology, take what yoyo desire.

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 the human face of blah blah

      they made a set. to know whether right narrowing ’tis not
      halfpenny cerise they commune hot-
      treading the same steps over fumble over tumble they pres-
      bytere their way each shaft
      smooth a science
      used to trial
      them freeway hit back
   Pray instant dear obstruction have allowed mellow
wind separation making an ardour

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      woman in plaits creation of a track
      such doubletting
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      positively, scraped nothing chipped
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      because of the hay
      animal pretext
      and recouping hand- at sides hand toward
      him combining the violence to his voice

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light like a magi levity or ridge folly
      reason swaying with research flying from the stands
      with imitation rights: the boxer the boxers song

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 an impetus

   all day ended and finally swam
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   and P. And P baulked at nothing big
   never finished quiet
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And L said it
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   at the preview and I glimpsed a jockstrap
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   a new slender And anyway he gets controlled
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   new Life nutty
   and it all looked as if it was
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   absorbing. C he acceptance absorbed. She’s friends
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a history with my lounge and I earned a point what I really admire and she
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   and I had steak and I left late
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   and she gave me a tip a great deal
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at the bar a male scent
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   now – an impetus 

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