K e n t J o h n s o n

 

Pleading epistles to Subsubpoetics / cont.

 

 

Whar'd thwy gogod? Traks and traks,towboys one wiffe trying to apper ma car
done sunk in lak. HAA!Folow traks into woosds,then sudden in clering no
traks, jus stoped, only flesh snow.How yu gotten up thergod? How? whres ma
wiffe and kin? Bastard! Bastard! Ikneeld don adn weptt fer long.twnty snow
angles for ufo. comehither .com. bak.

Nutn.Nutn.........................

...............OK, not upo thre? Not in sky? OK. I hada shovl. Idug. down
down , dugg gudd. Ahhhhh/., thre :) awwww. tow gudd sons, one gudd wiffe.
Whatcha doin thre? Huh? shit. anser!!! ah shit . how you got thre?? anser!!!

..)ah com an git me bare. come et ma gizards bear. come hre god. ah.

I hada playstation II on lawayay.shit.ah shitt.I k neeld down and weppt fer
long. everting tastless:: silence in the snwy felds. Igot ma hart in ma
poket:its poomes by perrier revrdi.

OK : BANG

[Again, do any poets in NY have a floor where I can sleep? Are you all so
pettily political? I have a sleeping bag.]

knet

 

 

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