Calisthenic 4, Week 4

Mine- FYI this is suppose to be single spaced but when I copy it from word it goes to double on the blog.

Dear Friend of mine who’s seen the gray

Dear Friend of mine 1,026 miles December 29, 2006.

Chalk it up to the simple dizzy.

Dear Friend of mine what are you recovering from?

You cunt with your filthy needles

Your scum isn’t very Christian stop clasping forgiveness.

This bible belt state —hypocrisy, is misleading.

Dear friend of mine when will I hear the truth?

When is the moment he no longer needs his coins?

When will the miser spend the pennies of her energy?

When will the 11 shots in 30 minute secret reveal?

Dear Friend of mine what game is it we play?

Dear Friend of mine when can we talk without Bare Foot Merlot?

I’m too far to be found.

When will we not be vulnerable to blue plane rides on summer nights?

Dear Friend of mine this is where we grew up and we left.

Your complexity provokes me.

You made me want to exist again.

We should meet where coffee grind swirls by the rim of a mug.

Dear Friend of mine I’m calling you through the frequency of our favorite songs.

Original

America I've given you all and now I'm nothing.
America two dollars and twenty-seven cents January 17, 1956.
I can't stand my own mind.
America when will we end the human war?
Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb
I don't feel good don't bother me.
I won't write my poem till I'm in my right mind.
America when will you be angelic?
When will you take off your clothes?
When will you look at yourself through the grave?
When will you be worthy of your million Trotskyites?
America why are your libraries full of tears?
America when will you send your eggs to India?
I'm sick of your insane demands.
When can I go into the supermarket and buy what I need with my good looks?
America after all it is you and I who are perfect not the next world.
Your machinery is too much for me.
You made me want to be a saint.
There must be some other way to settle this argument.