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Anthony DiMichele, 24 marca 2013
my frozen lust left an empty puddle here
fantasies
filled with lovely fillings
while nihilism leaks out of hollywood buddhism
buttery old fashioned
shamefully naked
nothing
living in underwear
a purgatory for vainglorious poultry
who are finished with thanksgiving
Anthony DiMichele, 3 października 2013
war is not a word
full of ambiguities
it is full to overflowing
yes
fuck
love
too
but unlike them
war is always full of the same quarry
of insanity
*
Anthony DiMichele, 25 lutego 2013
the ring is old gold
in my dream I wrapped it in a dream~cloth
a tissue almost transparent made of veins and words
I polished it to the sound of an old oud
and my heart sang as I prepared it
for your finger
with a vow I had never heard
or spoken before flying from my lips
I saw a goldfinch disappear into a sunset
but my feet recognized it
and my heels stamped the earth
in a rhythmic dance
until
the dust flew up
in a circle
around my ankles
*
Anthony DiMichele, 26 lutego 2013
If I have made a career of failure, it is because success has always
looked like a life of crime to me.
Anthony DiMichele, 28 lutego 2012
I wonder how much of the sun has already been used?
manditory optimism
as usual
willful ignorance
maintained by a pinhead lobby
of invisible deities
they are busy being happily wounded together
how did you know I would ask that?
propinquity breeds objectivity
where did you go since you first got here?
the sun is over the roof
but you wouldn't know it
by the footprints filling up steadily with black snow
Anthony DiMichele, 13 grudnia 2013
unappointed
seditious
scurrilous
I hate to fall outside
the box
you make
in your unmindful minds
but in the beginning
was the myth
of reference
there really are many ways
to barbeque a baby
on the white house lawn
it's not the case in this case
fallibility can betray our last resort
mechanism that states nullification
is over 90 percent guaranteed
I am no slouch
I worked out all my contradictions in
kindergarten scripts
I was an enlightened gorilla
in a playground totality of plastic
I was an anarchist by five
I knew what I wasn't and it was everywhere
it made me sly with cunning
prefering the ways of twists and turns
to the logical line's ontology
I met every beautiful monster inside me
outside
and the life inside that showed me dreaming
was flying responsibly
*
Anthony DiMichele, 16 października 2013
my dreams scare me
I am an absence in them
a feeling hard to shake off
after waking up
*
Anthony DiMichele, 1 listopada 2013
there was a plum tree
whose rich violets on green velvet
were dreaming of white gold blossoming into a cup
of rain
Anthony DiMichele, 23 stycznia 2014
names with painted faces
breathless words illuminated
dying is a crazy dream
*
Anthony DiMichele, 27 lutego 2013
murder incorporated
presents
America
the beautiful
crime against humanity
and
after all is said
and done
it is just a word
a proper noun
posing as a verb
in memory
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