'america, i'm putting my queer shoulder' to the wheel
as a fall off of a bike
smash a sigg in half and skin scrape
declining the car ride
whatever i said equated useless
this is a banal confessional
warning
this is a waste of your time
i do not know what to believe
when i heed the heart
i do not know what to trust
when the best intentions bust
tack one up for another smother
of love like butter over bread
its smooth but it can kill you
if you engorge
and it is quite possible
i have died
from 'America' by Allen Ginsburg
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