April 2012
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The Polkadodge Organization: Cars →
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Cars
It was in New Orleans East
and was a job i didn’t like
amongst other jobs i didn’t like.
It was an enormous parking lot;
i was to inspect rental cars
before they went to auction,
make a note of damage;
cigarette burns on the upholstery
dents in the fenders
etc.
New Orleans is hot and
this was the hottest place in New Orleans.
The tarmac reflected the...
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Mixtape, Volume II: From Yellow Springs to...
Tonight was the night that began the weekly previews from Mixtape, Volume II: From Yellow Springs to Flagstaff. This weeks sampling is a poem of mine from the book, called “Some kind of February son, some kind of heart”.
It’s available for read now over at MIXTAPEBOOKS.COM, and, in a few minutes, you’ll be able to read it here as well.
If you were a fan of the original...
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The Polkadodge Organization: We Have Entered The... →
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If you, the reader, the consumer of the arts found here at The Polkadodge Organization want to help us out in an attempt to raise both awareness of our creative minds and for our future endeavors, then we encourage you to check out a custom-array of merchandise we now have available via Cafe Press. We have everything from t-shirts to bumper stickers. If you shop now, you...
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The Polkadodge Organization: Deus Ex Machina by... →
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Every day is a conclusion
lately.
I scrub myself raw in the pyre, I march
down
the street with a head in my
hands
dripping blood victoriously. The
curtain
shuts off the sound, floods my nose,
gags
me and cuts off my fingers at the second
knuckle.
...
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The Polkadodge Organization: Ixiptlatli by Adam... →
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I.
I was staring out the
window when the crimson shots pierced
the horizon
left sodden streaks
through my hair
you were screaming through a bloodbath in the next
room
and even after I
burned him with a cigarette
27 times
and crushed his elbow with a
hammer the
man beside me claimed the
sky was simply the purest azure he’d
ever seen
II.
The sun was...
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Just a reminder, in closing, now that they're all...
All those poems, the ones that were titled specific times, are available in a digital chapbook, which you can download, for free.
The chapbook is called The Official U.S. time is: 00:21:47, and you can download it by clicking right here. Then you can have all of those poems, written in about ten minutes, to read over whenever you wish in one neat little document.
Thanks for all the responses....
Anonymous asked: portions of the last poem fit perfectly inside of me, not to take away from the beauty of the piece entirely.
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