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dear tom
aint writ to you in some quite time
no talk or witsuffices
it's all timing
always easier to waitsee how audience feels
joke or moral spike
quick I'm tired of announcementsof poetry
foreign poetry
who's speakingunder the blanket
oh lady earth
untouchable adolescentyou do not like rock poetry
what is poetry?
you want rocka hard mood strikes me
white brick wall
holes drilled in the asphaltI lay my stogie down in Spoon Rest
look at rainbow
over Cocteau's bowtieopen your lips
white blind
we are bored with professionalismheld tight
all night
the window bursting.