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One after another . . . after another . . . one . . . after . . .
the scene opens . . . jump start a late-model coupe? . . .
Trying to stay focused on the endgame . . . lately, always the endgame . . .
The months . . . One month later: enigmatic, if nothing . . .
You had to jump start a late-model coupe . . .
Ring it in with the weight of water . . .
Scene after scene . . . filling with water . . .
Of course, that was then . . . of course . . .
Illogicality and intentionality . . . strange whodunits . . .
Traverse, as in, I traversed the pristine moment . . .
The innate structure of the moment when you, for example, encounter
the other . . . adrift, alphabetizing . . . hitting the pavement . . .
drip-dried . . . as if off the end of Pollock's stick . . .
after which he/she took it on the chin in a pop-up panopticon . . .

Steven Meisel

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Reenactors reenact the Battle of Woodstock '69 . . .
It was here . . . The happening was here . . . George C. Scott . . . again . . .
First, do no harm, yes? . . . despite the hiss to litigate . . .
We're off . . . while someone somewhere is sequestered . . .
Is this how happenstance happens? . . .
You have been approached to put together a skit for retirees
who worry the fixed sitcom's bottom line . . .
This is only the beginning of cats in Aviators . . .
The free throw line chows down . . . as if in another life -
your other life - the overture degrades to dissonance . . .
The afterimage of your ticket to go beyond . . . in the metro window? . . .

Katerina Plotnikova

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How else could he know what I know?
          - Maya Angelou

You windowshop for a one-way ticket to immortality
as the bell opens Round Seven
to a color field measuring eight-feet-by-six-feet . . .
footnoting the 600 square feet  Rothko reneged on
while Vivaldi's Four Seasons follows
the two-point-five mil as it disappears
into someone's backstory
demonstrating for arts majors the phenomenon
of the Rothkovian blur . . . Lady Macbeth's
Come, you spirits / That tend on mortal thoughts,
unsex me here . . .
Enter, stage left, Somnambulist 1:
I jaywalk out of a lobotomy . . . I mean, c'mon . . .
with lines like this? . . . Soliloquize me! . . .
A woman wrote Shakespeare? . . .
But didn't we already know that? . . .
Perhaps the archives bubble with happenstance
and Little Miss Whatsherface shadows the Bard's ghost . . .
This too will be stuffed into a time capsule
as soon as . . . Enter, Somnambulist 2:
I texted "Taming of the Shrew" Katherine
who blurted "My tongue will tell the anger of my heart . . ."
The boxed set wins, yes? . . . especially
in those moments of fine-tooth combing . . .
the beach at best . . . the least we could hope for
in dawn's early flubbed lines . . .
Whoa! . . . here's Somnambulist 3
with Othello's Emilia: Let husbands know /
Their wives have sense like them.
You trace the circumference of the argument
centuries later bolstered by hard-core gas canisters
spewing death . . . the exits sealed . . .
the moments lapsing into forevermore . . .
The bell ending the round? . . . Of course we knew . . .

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You enjoy nuance . . . worry that neither
science nor religion adequately explains the world
as you think you know it . . .
the simultaneity with its information overload
kicking players to the curb . . .
The concert of minimalist parentheticals
made for an interesting respite
with its backstory on the inner life of trees . . .
And here comes the anxiety over broken links
catapulting you into a message room of sorts
where you try on different what ifs
following each to its logical delusion
which is a must . . . if you must . . .
Perhaps the augmentation can be repaired
effecting no less than a faux tectonic shift in paradigm . . .
If only life were a smidgen more palatable
especially in those moments
when the rubber fails to meet the road
and warmongers load their styluses . . .
Meanwhile . . . a bed of flowers . . .
spirited away by the porosity of sleep . . . a portal
to past liaisons . . . your mother offering to pay your way . . .
a phone call . . . grays-out the options . . .
dreams of indifference eventually elbowing in
as you review the video of summer's fiber deployment . . .

Sia and Maddie Ziegler at Apple Launch