Poem: Open Letter to Nowhere

you’re a dirty needle
you make the whole damn haystack feel all feeble
And unheard of you are–
like a colonoscopy at a wedding,
when in between the sheets
I bet that’s how you set the setting

if i were you i’d work at a shooting range
running around as a squeamish target,
sucking bullets like spaghetti
–if i’d beat poets
you wouldn’t live to be a ferlinghetti

now, if i gave your nipple a squeeze
you’d die faster than keats
but i’d be too slow
since you’re already obsolete

here we go to the end of this ode
and it goes just like the legends told
in the beginning you dig yourself a hole
and in the end you realize you ain’t got no soul


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