Larry Sawyer
I’m Going To Write a Poem for The _____* Review
The dog is dying across the hall and I’m going to write a poem for The _____ Review.
I’m a complete failure and I’m going to write a poem for The _____ Review.
God, it’s 12:33 and I’m going to write a poem for The ______ Review.
It’s all going according to plan, and I’m going to write a poem for The ______ Review.
In my dreams I’m rich and well-loved by the majority of the populace and my childhood was
satisfying and ok, and I’m going to write a poem for The _____ Review.Maybe I still could hide the body and I’m going to write a poem for The ______ Review.
I’m crossing the Delaware and I’m going to write a poem for The ______ Review.
I’m now going to the fridge, which is still empty, and the light does not work, and I’m going to
write a poem for The ______ Review.Jesus what happened to me, I’m going to write a poem for The ______ Review.
Just now another animal has gone extinct, and I’m going to write a poem for The _____ Review!
There are psychotics running this country and I’m going to write a poem for The ______ Review!
I’m probably gay and now I’m going to write a poem for The ______ Review!
Politicians are squashing the earth beneath the heel of their fascist boot and I’m going to write a
poem for The _____ Review!I’m getting another headache and I’m going to write a poem for The ______ Review!
Mozart is creeping through the newspaper wall and I’m always going to be fucking alone and a
little self-conscious, worried and depressed, dissolving slowly on a white bed next to a screaming
television and a telephone ringing hello I say and then announce that I’m going to write a poem
for The ______ Review and the voice on the other side of that divide says
so what.
*Paris, or other word
