Steve Roggenbuck

from proses

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its raining in august and im home and its over and i write you love letters and people say the
world is going to end

people say there was a show on the history channel about the mayan doomsday prophecy this
wednesday........i say jupiter is in the south its still there

i say jupiter is forever........i say i love you in the south like the hurricanes of jupiter

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there is so much violence in the world did you ever think of all these people you were going to hurt tomorrow i am not doing anything

if you call me i wont answer........i am busy sitting under the moon inside of a wheelbarrow
ive never been alone for this long

i dont care if i breathe

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son i wasnt born yesterday get out of my house we have to run into town and buy a wicker
lawn chair are you interested

the first mistake you made was wearing clothes........i dont like you and i dont like your family so
get out watch yourself........scarf weather is back thank god

i dont smell the garage on purpose it just happens........i dont like it either........you scared the fuck
of out me last night thank god they have wire frames in stock

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isnt that choke for me my arsenic mouth you false messiah........i can tell it is mars up there
gibbous light wanes on my crown

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i burn my wicker and white paint god bless these choking hands

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lets dominate the air waves we love you sailor get that medicine........stolen sheet metal from a
race car sailor we love you stolen sheet metal

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return to sawbuck 4.4

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Steve Roggenbuck has published poems in Columbia Poetry Review, Moria, and Word For/ Word. He blogs about poetics and veganism. He lives in Chicago.