The Hoosgow Wagon Is Here, Herb I

the WORD is the hoosgow wagon's hoosgow wagon

and the hoosgow wagon is standing

alone at night in the dark

it is talking, endlessly folding its dashboard into the night

and before it dies give me the same

bemused hug and reckless

assault and culture hoarding

that stands between land and word

ALLRIGHT! get these warts to die

like a 1980 AUDI deserted

off Genesee. The name for word is more

dazed than the night is dazed Carl Sagan.

To poem, "Wet Laugh Man"

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