SHOSHONE
you were so in
need of the fruit
from the tree of antithesis
when I came upon you
arrived on the scene
slithered amongst you
rattling my
tail off to wake
you up
not much hope there
popping gobstopper-sized
pills to kill
your anxiety
already
you can see what
it has done to
your internal rhyme
scheme and system
pretty much shot to Hell
last to say this, for
obvious reasons, but
right now,
at this juncture, need
to stand
outside yourself, commit
to alterity, flick
switch to at least
semi-
Slavoj
dialectic might be just
a pipe dream
but what better
pipe
conduit to great
spirit do we
full Shoshone have?
poems 2 die for 