Kyle Booten
Autocomplete #2
I stole something in San Bruno.
I stole an iPhone, and I wept, I wept!
And stole a horse, and slapped my head.
Who will make me whole, I said,
to myself but equally to you,
you who hide behind that waterfall,
you who dwell in that shimmering shelter.
(Or am I taking you too literal?)
Wandering around an Albuquerque
airport terminal, who dare forget
about you? The people here are mushy.
They are pure government.
I should have kept that horse, I think.
I’d ride it through the solid ground,
deep where it is very cool,
5 mph. I’d get around.
Nixon in Iceland
Nixon in Iceland
he is cold jet-lagged rare the president
who closes
the iron door
a bucket of jet fuel
she is flammable viscous cosmopolitan pudding
jet fuel in Iceland
self-evident
Nixon in Iceland
gets away with it
like Chaplin like Lenin
best jumper in school
Iceland in Iceland
an Iceland’s island
equal to Iceland
but deserted free-zoned mental core
and vaster