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I could not sleep and so I explained
it’s part agony,
it’s part hard-on,
it’s the dull buzzers from next year,
it’s the choking miasma of
   unconcoctioned aftershocks
   headfully hustling where
   dancing girls fear to tick,
it’s Ronald Reagan grinning like a
   dust storm under
   rented Chevrolets driven on
   voided alleys and
   computerized fields,
it’s partly the undiscovered farm of
   roosters and sclerotic twitches hovering in
   Major League Baseball’s Maginot Line,
it’s a semiotic legal proceeding where
   meaningless jaw-filling acronyms melt in
   asemic soup,
it’s a fistfight outside a secret nightclub in my
   kitchen where a parade of inconsonance
   suppurates and licks itself with smears of
   government smut,
it’s a cynical children’s dictionary preaching
   slavery and concubinery and halitosis and
   bruise blood and Bukowskian bible verses,
it’s the inert swish of empty gravity
   porously slamming half-read greeting cards.