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With No Apologies (to Whitman or Ginsberg)
I hear America, and it’s mostly exploding,revving its Japanese crotch-rockets into glorious buzzing,cranking its Camaros, rolling coal. I hear America jack-hammeringconcrete into the dust of an imagined future,on the never-completed overpass eliding the pastit blows in golden boughs right up its callow ass. I hearAmerica cawing, drawn onto the tacky-black asphaltin search of lost fries,… Continue reading
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Odes to the Alternate Others
EW Wilder answers Edgar Lee Masters. 1.Liquid Sunday, animaof the undergroundparty scene of OrchardTech, glitter-bound, noö-spheric, nylon headdressblessing the dankchargedpurple air! Bless ourpassage, our tress-passing upon the graciousvacancy of your bones. 2.Akadocious and Mr. Crosius,they were the crisis—together, apart—thedesire at the fo’csle,they tire athwart. Theywere the party, the two,inched distant onlyby the “s” and the… Continue reading
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