I was standing on a bar
stool going I’ll take
My stand but no one
heard what I was doing—
it was the sound
of progress, eating its
babies, & vomiting
The tradition. I gave out
the collected bicentennial
quarters & met a m.ssus
greenjeans w/a mister
on hir knee. some bldgs.
are so high they have
their own gas stations.
whether or not you can
drive. you have to fill up
and go, you can't stay here. this
is the new segregation:
I never got to make it w/an ugly girl
but I sure wd. like to try.