the eternal wasps/nest
of debt i
drown baby in water
young girl trapped
at the bottom of west
virginia well min-
ding my own lack
of business you
say to be a man
to be but i
am naked to worth
my pockets are sieves
save nothing
and midas will touch my
enemies until
they are fat and dead
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who cries wolf when
grown men remove
crusted snot from
each nostril
by finger
by finger
we point-out
our own flaws
and die as
everyone does
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funeral poem i

there is only one
thing that is not
fiction &
hemingway knew
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love poem
for nebraska

your women are big
boned they
sit at home
they sit at home and pray
your men are red
nosed and big
bellied they
drink away
they drink away
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you can stare at
them until they look
you can stare
& stare
thinking about what
you think
about them
you stare at
& stare
they look
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i love repetition
love it
because its
easy and important
bust mostly easy
and mostly important
like a god
like a god
like a god
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dinosaurs once had
cards in their sleeves
to put your name
on them you took
them home with you
and
now they sit in museums
dusty
hoping to be loved
and
forgotten by
shotguns from idaho
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you cringe &
cringe from writing so
damn much that your
paper cringes & pen
cringes
your computer cringes
and each finger to hand
to arm cringes
as a crumbling metal plane
crash
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english
i went to school
to rob people of
what they dont know
and what doesnt
hurt them
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smith
i told you i would
be in ithica in one
year i told the cotton
wood be in ithica in
one year ithica in one
year leaves fall in
ithica in one year
i will write and die
in ithica its all the
same to me and you
and ithica
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love letter to my face
you are a beard i want
to be more vulgar like my
favorites dirty and more
queer and man drink more
like they do to have more
beard and be queer for them
because we drink too much
more than we should and
enjoy our beards as queers
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o' city lights you
crack my side
walk you show my beau-
ty to the endless suburb
of hunters and those
who gather the writing bones
my city lights are
angels shining on mangers
of every corner
o' city lights you
knew me before edison ever
twinkled or i
ever slapped pavement w/
my face