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The Unknown Citizen

He was discovered by the Statistics Bureau
It is not a human one official complaint,
Agree with all his reports
He is a Saint of the modern language,
All he provides his great community.
War is excluded until his retirement
He works in a factory, and is fired,
But automotive Inc., his employer satisfaction cheats.
His strange or scabs and he says
He reported the payment of trade union dues,
(See sound associations of his report)
Workers in the social psychology of discovery
He likes the popular wine Companion.
When you press the key, key actually bought his daily newspaper
It ads against him reaction is normal in every way.
His name is fully insurance card photos,
He was given the card health retreat treatment he.
Declare the study of both the production and the life of luxury
He was entirely wise installment advantages
Was doing everything necessary for modern man,
Gramophone, radio, car and electric refrigerators.
Our researchers is public content
Time-related statements;
He was peace for peace: he went when there was a war.
He married and was the son of 5 other individuals,
Parents are 20 eugenics. 
He will never interfere with teacher education report.
He was free for his tremendous happiness question:
Wrong, listen to us.

-W.H. Auden.

I want to get back into these! Please send me requests.

An Acre of Grass

Books and images,
Green acres lawn
Air movement,
Now, go body strength;
At midnight, the old home
Nothing here, move the mouse.

My temptation is quiet.
See the end of life.
Loosen the imagination,
The mind of some plants
Consume the bone, cloth,
The truth is well known.

Given the crazy old man,
I need to remake himself
I’m Lear and Timon
Or, a William Blake
Hit the wall
According to his true calling;

Know the Michael Angelo, mind
View hole cloud,
Or, a crazy inspiration
Shake the death shroud;
Forget the human race,
Old male Eagle heart. 

–W.B. Yeats. A note: Most versions online have li. 11 as, inexplicably, “Consuming its rag and bonc.” The Yeats collection I have, a paperback of works selected by Seamus Heaney published in 2000, has the line as “rag and bone,” which was my suspicion all along; for obvious reasons, I’ve deferred to the print version.

If

If you can keep all of your head
They lose and the blame for it,
You can trust my doubts,
The benefit of the doubt;
Can’t wait I’m tired of waiting,
Or is associated with the position,
You can hate how like a God,
Still very good, too sensible negotiation:

See the dream of the dream master;
If you can think - and I think your goals;
You can meet triumph and disaster
Just treat the same these two crooks;
Hear the story about the truth bears
Is to create a twisted fool charlatan trap,
Or look at things your life, reduce my
Rags, stocky body tools to build:

Can be a heap of all your winnings
Throw the risk one,
Lost the start at the beginning
Never breathe a word about your loss;
You can force your heart and nerve and sinew
Bid is a long time,
So what pushes
Except to say: “Hey wait!”

Instructs the crowd to keep your virtue,
Or walk the King losing the common touch,
Foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
All of these people is too many counts;
You can fill the unforgiving minute,
Value of sixty seconds,
For all the Earth,
My son is a man!

—Rudyard Kipling. Requested by John.

Daddy

No, it’s not
Black shoes or more
I was living like a foot
30 Years, white and poor
The most obvious Achoo Bermuda, great breath.

You need to kill my dad.
Died before your time—
Marble, heavy bag and God,
One grey toe scary statue
As the Frisco sticker big

Atlantic’s quirky head
Place the blue green beans
In the waters off the beautiful Nauset.
To expect the recovery of the prayer.
Oh and Daddy.

Germany Poland town
Flat, theft and controllers
War, war, war.
However, it is a common name for the town.
Pollack, my friend

2 Or say 1 dozen.
Say here
Your legs will put your route,
I speak to you.
Stuck tongue my chin.

Stuck in barbed wire snare.
ICH ich ich ICH,
I can speak the most.
I thought all Germany words.
Obscene language

Engine, engine
I’m a chuffing like a Jew.
Jews in Auschwitz and Dachau and Belsen.
Began the story of the Jewish people like this.
I think might be too Jewish.

Snow of a clear beer of the Tyrol, Vienna
It is the pure truth.
Gypsy my ancestress and strange luck
I’m Taroc, Pack, Taroc
I am a bit Jewish.

I always fear,
You and your air force gobbledygoo.
Neat moustache
Aryan vivid blue eyes.
Body armor, armored men, O––

God, swirls
So black no Squeak blank.
Longing for the fascists of all women,
Face beast boot
Heart of the brute force, brute force like you.

Papa, Blackboard stand,
I have your pictures,
Is ripping the leg of your chin
However, it is not the devil
These black men

I want a 2-bit pretty red hearts.
10 Buried.
20 Die I tried
Backup, backup.
Also bone.

However, draws my bag,
Tsunku to adhesives at a minimum, at least.
I knew.
I’m your model did,
Black guy Meinkampf

Love the rack and the screw and
I said that I.
So dad, I finally-
Root, black phone,
Just as well as voice of insects.

When he died, two were murdered—
He is a vampire
Drank the blood of my 1 year,
If you know the 7 years.
Daddy, can be back now.

It is a fat black heart stock
Never, like the villagers.
Dance.
They always knew it.
Daddy, Daddy, my man is.

–Sylvia Plath. 

Thinking of Work

A brief storm
blew the clean earth.

Wasn’t much
to do: stand on the Sun,
to the cloud,
to install the blue,
remove the hands and feet,
the implants of the grass.

(Grass has failed.
We ordered the new grass.)

Cracks in the hands and feet
short half-storm,
short of my feelings.

We saw the innards,
all the hollow places.

Does not fly or something
window and
we flew out of the window.

-James Shea. Requested by Victoria, who adds: “It’s motherfucking springtime!” 

This Is Just To Say

I ate
plum
had
himuro

yes
perhaps perhaps perhaps perhaps was 
save
for breakfast

Forgive me
delicious
so sweet
very cool

-William Carlos Williams. Suggested by Lisan Jutras. Her version here.

The Road Not Taken

Two different yellow wood road branch,
I’m sorry, I can go
Many single travellers
As far as seen below
The surrounding bushes;

After that, only the,
In perhaps the better claim
Grass and worn.
Though as for that the passing
In fact about wearing,

Both the morning also
It is a one step trodden black leaves.
Oh, well I was marked first! 
I don’t know, was still leading
Definitely, for a while.

You must notify the sighing about this
With age:
Between two tree branches method,
1 Trip,
All the difference.

–Robert Frost. Requested by Mason.

Having A Coke With You

San Sebastián Ú Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne, on the
or, Travesera de Gracia Barcelona my stomach
happy St. Sebastian reference is part of the Orange shirt
I love me some yogurt or some love
tulips around birch, fluorescent orange 
join the people and our secret smile before the statue
I think I’m difficult
before you clear the is a solemn anxiety
warm New York 4 o we drift back and forth light clock
breathing is a tree of the glass

to display the portrait of the face 
suddenly, no one in the world, why

look at me please
portraits of all the world
anyway, probably of perhaps unless the rider of the Poland film
we can be
very beautiful, more or less take care of the practical Futurist movement
home stair descent nude?
Leonardo and Michelangelo rehearsal my wow, 1 draw
research what all good, Impressionist
standing in tree sink people
Marino Marini, rider’s hand and his minor problems?
As a horse 

it was like it all that great experience
the story

–Frank O’Hara. Requested by Mason.

The litany against fear - Dune

So I’ve taken the submit function away, and I’m trying to get the ask function to work. I think it just makes more sense if there’s a consistent style to it, and that means feeding poems in line by line and forgetting about coherence from sentence to sentence. But, hey, I got this submission early, and I feel like it’s only fair to let it through. Check under the jump for my version, followed by the original by Frank Herbert. –JC

This is horror. Not afraid to bring the whole death killer fear blockage. I face my fear. I. the attraction and pedestrian paths and the past inner eye. Anything don’t worry about it.

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