Poem: and a troop truck

and a troop truck. Where

FBI said the suspects are

gone the second I hit


Now fly directly

into such important

doors in the

camp opening July 27,

exactly like a

left eye half closed


Juliet feared the

sometimes desolate city


Letters should be sent.


quarter profit

a problem. world

named CEO

turns to me.


you’re saying that they’ll

know your sleep?

benefits that everyone

behind him,    naked man


patients in the right

because it’s not funny


Don’t turn on any

thighs and guidance

— Mh, 1 Oct. 2007   (this poem is a collage from shredded print scraps)

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