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poetry for people who don’t like poetry |
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Rick Stansberger |
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a portrait of the artist as an old dog |
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My Friend Carla |
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says she’s under surveillance. It could be true.
She’s been poking around in government records
for her book about nuclear contamination.
Hell, I’d be disappointed in any
government that didn’t at least check her out. “ Is she batshit crazy?” my friends here ask.
We have a lot of experience Out West
with batshit crazy. It’s a valid question
but doesn't matter: even paranoids
have enemies. She won’t talk
on the phone anymore. Thinks anyone
who approaches her after her public talks
is a “plant.” I think she’s doing
their work for them if they're doing
any work at all. She hangs up the phone
now, won’t answer my letters. So I’m stuck
putting it in a poem as I did with my parents
my church, my country ever since I could write.
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other works by this guy:
(a poetry blog)
The Eight Seasons of Silver City celebrating the poets of SW Mew Mexico
a link farm to good poems around the Web |