Hey! remember when Rob Reiner's son murdered him and Trump sent out a deranged happy tweet celebrating Reiner's death and everybody was WOAH! Trump is so gauche! and a prominent NYT conservative columnist wrote a scathing anti-Trump screed calling him petty, hollow, and squalid, saying Trump "the most loathsome human being ever to occupy the White House", which surely had to be shitlord-approved? Decades ago
That's not why the headshot, this is in reaction to bloooooger changing its coding and fucking up the accretive process I use to make these shitty posts: this is the second of this one post (after multiple attempts to fix the now abandoned first). A digibud asked me a week or so ago whether I'd ever consider sabstucking and I answered no, I will never beg for money and regardless whether I have to beg for money to sabstuck or not moving to stacksub would imply a different kind of damn than I own, plus I have bloooooger tuned to work the way I post - adding daily, subtracting daily. Now that bloooooger fucked up the first draft of this post's coding (and future posts' coding), I'm still a hard no to stubsack, but fuck my free blooooooging platform. Being pushed, still won't jump. Fine metaphors abound. HEY! Bill Nelson is 78 years old today
[WHATEVER MAKES IT]
Clark Coolidge
Whatever makes it up makes up for it as a poem
the tunnel Lincoln was afraid to enter etc also
please avoid pounding the poem itself
there are dense poems and there are light poems
lung poems lapse poems and even Webster's poems
the tale of the crèche at the bottom of the lake
not a poem but an opening so to be wished
one poem that had been over for centuries
spelled wrong misspoken in arrest
nevertheless a poem to be worked in there
a land poem a strain poem a trained poem?
we established a relationship that one and us
the way laid out in sweeping volumes in turn
in exchange in alarm in nothing but reverse form

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