The Wake

I could write of the great divides.
In America.
Or the Americas.
But, rather.
I’d like to be with my selfish right now.
I would like to alter my state,
Of being, legally,
Become officially obliterated.
One night only.
Thanks folks, I’ll be here all week.
Herbert Hoover said:
Blessed be the young,
For they will inherit our national debt.
I say, Blessed be the embryos,
For we value their lives more than our …

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I am a real man.
I know
everything.
I am a good Christian.
I know that the Great Gatsby is trash.
That Fitzgerald had a money fetish, and no more class than,
Charles Manson,
And no talent.
They had a knack to,
engage an audience.
English majors who dig symbolism,
And teen rebels who hate their parents,
All cream themselves simultaneously.
I don’t, I laugh,
“pathetic!”, I cry.
Give me:
Bukowski, …

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