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		<title>1 + 1 = 3</title>
		<link>http://disembodiedpoetics.com/pages/2288</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Mar 2010 21:55:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>carlomarx</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[there&#8217;s a drop in every bomb
a pause in every song
the feeling that hits you between the eyes
even if it starts between your thighs
it gives us what we need to trace
the lines that lead to that secret space
where hearts and blood and bone collide
and turn to light before our eyes
a direction so easy that it&#8217;s hard [...]]]></description>
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		<title>will you allow me to explore every inch, as if it were a mile</title>
		<link>http://disembodiedpoetics.com/pages/2247</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 06:59:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>carlomarx</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[it&#8217;s the faith
that comes from your fingertips
that makes me a believer
the way that look
just rolled off your lashes
and landed in the one place
i thought i could hide
you called me out
and then took me in
deeper than i thought was possible
your irises
with their unlimited exposure
capturing the darkness
that the light has made
i want everything
and expect nothing
i want nothing
and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>let the right one in</title>
		<link>http://disembodiedpoetics.com/pages/2291</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 06:32:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>carlomarx</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[there&#8217;s a song that&#8217;s always playing
that you can hear any time you want
the radio inside
it&#8217;s down below
buried deep in the architecture
underneath where our bodies are built
it carries a tune
through the cords
through our circuitry
veins that plug into amplified hearts
and send out waves of sonic bliss
for me
it&#8217;s about the way our bodies just fit
as if there was [...]]]></description>
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		<title>as something that might come out tonight</title>
		<link>http://disembodiedpoetics.com/pages/2294</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 05:42:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>carlomarx</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[can you see the stars as if you could hold them
as if they were the sparks of frost
falling from your breath
and you could catch them with your hand
can you see them as i see you
as a metaphor
as something that might come out tonight
depending on the weather
as something that pretends to be so close
while being so [...]]]></description>
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		<title>i have seen time travel to places it never came back from</title>
		<link>http://disembodiedpoetics.com/pages/2245</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Feb 2010 07:30:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>carlomarx</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[it&#8217;s like the pressure wants to react
when it gets too much
to just be slack
i remember when things worked without words
and you couldn&#8217;t tell where our limbs let go
when the sunset made you bleed
the way the colors collided
over our bed
and onto your skin
there was something there
even if you can pretend there wasn&#8217;t
i have seen time travel
to [...]]]></description>
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		<title>who knows where truth goes once it passes human lips</title>
		<link>http://disembodiedpoetics.com/pages/2299</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Feb 2010 06:49:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>carlomarx</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[who knows where truth goes
once it passes human lips
the knowledge we hold in our hearts
the words that our thoughts form
so full of heat and blood and purpose
even as they make their way out
they have such a hopeful shape
but their sparks turn into steam
as they collide with the cold air
and mix with earth&#8217;s atmosphere
there&#8217;s so much [...]]]></description>
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		<title>ash wednesday</title>
		<link>http://disembodiedpoetics.com/pages/2236</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Feb 2010 06:35:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>carlomarx</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[you have risen
from out of bed
into the atmosphere
and you are once again free
and i alone
in knowing
what will happen next
in knowing
what that dream was
and what that blood meant
i have gone around in my head
with all of it
the car,
the garden,
the way you kissed my lips
one
at
a
time
i have turned it so much that it&#8217;s twisted
bent beyond recognition
and now i [...]]]></description>
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		<title>imitation of life</title>
		<link>http://disembodiedpoetics.com/pages/2230</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 13 Feb 2010 06:23:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>carlomarx</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[essays and narratives]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[i don&#8217;t remember the name of the movie i just watched an hour ago and that&#8217;s probably best. it was the kind of tripe that&#8217;s very existence, let alone my viewing of it, would have 10 years ago left me with a disdain for freedom of speech and a renewed vigor for cultural censorship. that [...]]]></description>
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		<title>the speed at which i travel, chapter thirty (draft one)</title>
		<link>http://disembodiedpoetics.com/pages/2225</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Feb 2010 04:53:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>carlomarx</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[gary indiana]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[My only real friend in Elysium was Peter Porlucas. He was Italian, but he wasn’t, cause he was adopted. His mom was a one-woman assembly line of food, feeding us cheese-laden, breaded dishes bathed in olive oil with names that I couldn’t begin to pronounce, let alone spell. Tastes so different from anything I had [...]]]></description>
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		<title>108 names</title>
		<link>http://disembodiedpoetics.com/pages/2220</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2010 04:34:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>carlomarx</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[there are no words for what i am feeling
but there are names for the gods that you can chant
something to call out
or to keep inside
i am at the video store
i am inside your skin
i am at the coffee shop
there are all these things to distract me
i am in the andes
and on spanish steps
i am climbing [...]]]></description>
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		<title>a perfect night for bananafish</title>
		<link>http://disembodiedpoetics.com/pages/2217</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 29 Jan 2010 04:40:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>carlomarx</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[the first time i read &#8216;a perfect day for bananafish&#8217;, it was from a battered copy of nine stories gifted to me by a close friend and dysfunctionally brilliant writer who had been given the book for his birthday, as evidenced by someone else&#8217;s inscription to him on the title page. it took me thirty [...]]]></description>
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		<title>teenage wasteland</title>
		<link>http://disembodiedpoetics.com/pages/2212</link>
		<comments>http://disembodiedpoetics.com/pages/2212#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 24 Jan 2010 23:00:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>carlomarx</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[make me unified
i may not be real
i may just be the pieces someone found
a collage of angst
from adolescent scissors
scraps of books
fed to the lions
so that they could know what it is they are eating
and what it is that we felt
when we were relevant
when we knew what everything meant
and everything meant something
when we cared so much [...]]]></description>
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		<title>cover charge</title>
		<link>http://disembodiedpoetics.com/pages/2207</link>
		<comments>http://disembodiedpoetics.com/pages/2207#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 23 Jan 2010 06:55:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>carlomarx</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[you can shine tonight
that&#8217;s what you&#8217;re supposed to do
make yourself bright
because the visibility is low
here in the place i thought i&#8217;d find you
it&#8217;s bigger than i remember
and i usually remember things
so much bigger than they actually are
maybe they were that big
at some point
anyway there are so many people here
with a lot to talk about but [...]]]></description>
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		<title>draw the bullseye around where your arrow has landed</title>
		<link>http://disembodiedpoetics.com/pages/2203</link>
		<comments>http://disembodiedpoetics.com/pages/2203#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 19 Jan 2010 05:06:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>carlomarx</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[my thoughts are arched
to the curve of your back
the beat of your brow
hands pushing time
time pushing me
across the line
you know, &#8220;the line&#8221;
but it&#8217;s not a line at all it turns out
it&#8217;s a shadow
that draws a
perfect circle
around the places that we think we&#8217;re heading
but we&#8217;re not going there
not tonight
so make me
like i am making you right [...]]]></description>
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		<title>seventh sun</title>
		<link>http://disembodiedpoetics.com/pages/2193</link>
		<comments>http://disembodiedpoetics.com/pages/2193#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Jan 2010 10:48:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>carlomarx</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[slick sunrise
you know who you are
blond sweat and broken dreams
the narcotic ecstasy
of sleeping while others toil
i cut my leg on broken fence
drunk stumbling
i am bleeding on the world
and the world is bleeding on me
there are no words
for the things that we want
silence makes the morning come
in an alchemical haze
we awake
to find they&#8217;ve taken the best
and [...]]]></description>
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