THINGS YOU WANT
(oh bury me on the lone prairie)
OK, then, America. There
it is : everything you've wanted.
Little platters of feet, small men
coming over the mountains.
A rapid-fire imprecision of a
new percussion. Your own
mental medicine madcap
mayhem mission. Draw that,
those farther borders, in. Now,
a new Monroe Doctrine of
inner space. You know you've
lost the will to live. You're
so lonesome you could die.
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