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from THE BACK ROOM POEMS

In this tree, looking for symptoms

that are still single

but are now ready to settle down

and meet their affliction,

I tried the last of my gunpowder,

spit it out,

made motions that summer was indeed

tomorrow, fell from this tree

into another tree, and thanked both of my hands,

one at a time.

I'm ready to change the world.

 

Wallop

©2015 Magic Helicopter Press

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