Dear Sir,
I’ve got a poem in your current issue.
the religious girl, the Mayflower
when you started / flying
the heat from your goddamn / soul
was so bad / the dog
sat up and licked himself
the air was incendiary
the people jumped from the ship
and the top of the bridge
just to have a look at you
when you started / flying
i thought i would go deaf
and hear no more loud noise
myself the only loud / noise
in my life
and i wished for a cable to snap
from the top of the bridge
to fall down and smite me /
for godssake //
it was a damn thing
like Lewis and Clark turning
back towards America