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Chairless & Staging Without Coffee: ђ


-b.


 


 


The coffee sits


dry and naked


-sincerely


because I waste


the privilege to regard


sleep


and car accidents


are possible


not because I’m tired


but because


they’re beautiful


 


I’ve been driving all night


passing state lines


and forgetting


to write and send


thank you letters


to billboards that keep


this house of a country


prejudice


and I’m ignoring


the political stance


of exit signs


that broadcast


want and sex traffic


as porn


that all good citizens sit chairless


and masturbate about


-classy


 


but I guess its something


I’d rather not sit


Sip coffee


and nonetheless


possibly talk about


-never mind


-I take that back


I don’t have to guess


I know


 


I’m out of coffee


 


I’m exiting this


sex trafficked highway


aroused by car crashes


and making a stop at


a gas station


and I’m admiring


the parfum the gas station wears tonight


I’m guessing


that its desperate


and she can talk “pretty” all she wants


and you can say


that commerciality


is implied


-but I’m just here for gas


“What a slut”


 


pretty words


don’t mean a thing


even if your


a prostitute


 


“one lotto ticket, please”


“and one cup of coffee”


“no, no crème or sugar”


“just black”


“keep the change”


and I’m walking out


I’m done with this whorehouse


 


in my truck now


radio’s on


and its political


like a shitstorm


and I’m starving


to calm the hell down


because guns and prejudice


are bandwagon and sexually arouses


-it rapes my attention


 


now-


radio’s off


and the rapist


-used a condom


and my thoughts


-unchanged


but my attention


wears a rape stain


-like shotgun weddings


-the bride wearing anything


but white


 


its been a long day


and the sky begins to burn


a republican red


this morning


and the fact is


I’m driving down


this red state


 


understand


that the right thing


isn’t the law


its unwritten


 


I asked a republican


If he they liked apples


“no”


my reply:


“an apple a day…” “…keeps the doctors…”


“…away”


I understand that Isaac loved apples


 


I’m guessing that means


that progress


is picked from


a hanging branch


-idiots


 


change never fell


because of gravity


its ‘cause I can pull


all-nighters


with radio voices


and an empty cup of coffee


 


and like I said:


“an apple a day…” “…keeps the doctors…”


“…away”


-I called his psychiatrists number afterwards


-exactly


 


I’m back


on this road


that runs a little


sleepy


and


the coffee sits


dry and naked


-sincerely


because I waste


the privilege to regard


sleep


and car accidents


are possible


not because I’m tired


but because


they’re beautiful


 


 


                                            -the loveless at a gas station; coffeeless