THE PAPER GUY NEVER HAS A MUFFLER

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the drone of the jap 4 cyl
spreads the daily dose of dread across rural america
it was a wake up call

2 CUPS OF COFFFE

one shakes him from sleep
two gets the intestines churning
number three takes the shape of talk radio
churning the hate, fear, confusion, love, strength, serenity
in the bowels of his mind

News of the day, chewed, swallowed, digested
expelled over more coffee at work

FORD F-250 10,000 lb. GVW HAULS HOME

263 lb. of six fingered farmer
one gallon of bovine growth hormone milk
past empty silos and decaying bans
turns off the county road up the gravel
drive to his own little piece of heaven

Don Sieloff 11/7/95

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