dear sirs when i was growing up
on a farm in big sandy montana i wrote
a poem so good they bred a chicken
with that poem written into its feathers
when people ate it my white words
came flying out their red mouths
original publication: Suburban Wilderness Press (1992)
oh steve... i can't believe the things i see when i read your stuff. wish i could show you. that is very very very good. more!
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