poetry entry #1

[Daniel Pruett]

TONSwould you like a reward?i've got tonsa bowling trophya trophy wifenobody listensthese chairs are emptyi will greatfully bestow all of these things at your feetyou can pick them up and put them in a boxand place it in your garageyou can label the boxyour exact current impression of mein word formin englishcorrect punctuationand capitalizationif you pleaseone day i'll come to visitand we'll go through all my shitDRUNKwe cannot continue in this wayward fashionyou look drunki don't know if i could ever bring myself to smile like thatyou make me afraid of all the best thingsyou make me afraid of all the best thingsALTERi have in my hand a jumble of hairlike the jumble of words in my brainpulled tugging too tightly at the maneas i rode to the resuceand this is all i have to offer youlike the jumble of knotstying you downi built up and alterso that i can lay them all downstrip by curly stripMYSELFi found myselfsome toys in the closetcobweb coveredcolors fadedfinger printedi found myselfUNTITLEDlament for a timeother than noweven last week would do