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all I want to do is make poetry famous
all I want to do is burn my initials into the sun

all I want to do is read poetry from the middle of a
burning building
standing in the fast lane of the
freeway falling from the top of the
Empire State Building

I want people to hear my poetry and
get headaches
I want people to hear my poetry and
vomit

I want people to hear my poetry and
weep, scream, disappear, start bleeding,
eat their television sets, beat each other to death with swords and

go out and get riotously drunk on someone else’s money

I come not to bury poetry but
to blow it up
not to dandle it on my knee
like a retarded child
with beautiful eyes
but

throw it off a cliff
into icy seas and see if
the motherfucker can swim
for its life

because love is an excellent thing surely we need it but,
my friends...

they’re after us

they’re selling radioactive charm bracelets
and breakfast cereals that
lower your IQ by 50 points per mouthful
we got politicians who
think starting World War III
would be a good career move
we got beautiful women with
eyes like wet stones peering
out at us from the pages of glossy magazines
promising that they’ll fuck us
till we shoot blood if we’ll just

buy one of these beautiful switchblade knives

I’ve got mine.