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I taught I taw tis evening evening’s cotillion, thing-
craft as a comet complex, copper-cropt-cop buzzard, in its sliding
through the slipstream sonic boom booms the freon-drawn air, and wilding
right there, how it sang upon the scene a careening screaming
in its targeting! Then on, on on it flings
as its steel hurl rolls hard towards a compound: the remote eyeing
reset the map-scale. My flesh in writhing
groaned for a drone,––the R/C of, the detachment of the sling!
Bully booty and power and tact, oh, flair, guide, BOOM!, here
Rubble! AND the pyre that breaks into flame then, a zillion
Times told shinier, more mushroomy, O my musketeer!
No wonder in it: vaped bods make Cloud-cowed civilian
Ka-Ching, kids disremembered, ah my dear,
the report cannot be independently verified.
we the people
assaulting trees
of the other sex
pheremonal ladders
of retinal plastic
boom out the roots
we like ourselves
beast on the proscenium
screen or mallet spike
the split gets heard
in your hands gets
blood on your dust
Milked malt balloon.
Eye jam on the jammies
strike nowhere
we the peephole
survey says
earth googleplex
calliberationist lib
I the ascender
Practicing military time
At a checkout line
Strike somewhere
Checkout my sheckler
She hates good things
Like precolonial ballroom
Prancercise and prototype
apples never to crunch
The sun tm takeout
The papers and the trash
She hates this bikini
I made my man eyes
o skewered birds of film stock
I overlined one entry on nature
from the many versions
thus was peace strung
extremely bright even
highlit blinding evening
amusing eventually
among the shams
technocracy and the adds
much later sold a pun
to get me to go away
I could do this for a living I alleged outloud
as long as I’m awake
revolution is repetition
I bore my friends so
I hate my handle a DVD
Taught myself to fight myself
to a drawing the tv looks better
already inside
papaya mechanique
Ben Doller is the author of three books of poetry, most recently Dead Ahead (Fence Books), and the forthcoming Fauxhawk (Wesleyan). He lives in San Diego and teaches at UCSD.