Sam Riviere

I know what you're thinking
it's dull unless they're sex dreams
dreams about violent murders
mine are pretty banal
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she looks out of her
photos let's call her emma
with a mute appeal that might
mean something like 'whenever
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there is no purer form of advertising
than writing a poem
that's what the monk told me
if I were a conceptual artist
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Today I stand before you
uncertain of my guilt
of what I am accused
or should say sorry for
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hi i should like to have the answers
to shall we say certain questions
and to wake up certain of directions
and a levelness of breathing and
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across the moonscapes of skateparks you are 13 yrs old
& no longer allowed to play with boys / on platform 6
wearing your amazing cape you are not in fact you
but someone else / while I'm a guy who mishears lyrics
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I dated mostly police.
I hated coastal solace.
In navy posts I flourished.
I inflate the cost of polish.
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For Sam Donsky
The airport where all movies end:
the scenery's mobile, the people too
(the people want to be moved),
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I felt suddenly convinced that I had feelings for the wallpaper.
I was especially captivated by its blonde hair and bad dreams.
I had the impression the wallpaper needed longer to properly 
respond.
By the time I left, my affections had produced this abrasion on my cheek.
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When I'm feeling unsure or upset
I get drunk and give myself a haircut
after midnight in poor light
with the smallest mirror I can come by
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The world's a pretty scary place and sometimes it seems hopeless,
but it's good to try and make a difference. . . I say my piece
to the twins in sloppy jumpers and blue jeans who answered the door
of their tall, odd house at the top of the hill, but fluff my rhythm
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I want something what is it
those little boobies from 1964
in the Willy Ronis exhibition
in something like somebody's
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This is me eating not 1 not 2 but 3 pancakes
this is me having BREAKFAST IN AMERICA in paris
with my creepy associates
this is me punching a photographer
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In 3 years I have been 'awarded'
£48,000 by various funding bodies
councils and publishing houses
for my contributions to the art
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I can see that things have gotten pretty bad
our way of life threatened by financiers
assortments of phoneys and opportunists
and very soon the things we cherish most
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personally i can't remember hearing of a time there was so much
well-written work being produced all of it extremely well-written
S's first novel is excellent H's new collection is also excellent
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naked french girls smoking weed
naked ecuadorian girls drinking cherryade
naked dutch girls watching a philip seymour hoffman dvd
no naked french girls smoking weed
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much against everyone's advice
I have decided to live the life
I want to read about and write it
not by visiting the graves of authors
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