(read below dotted line only if you dare
(it is NOT PART OF THE POEM)
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LOTS OF SPACE      LOTS OF WORDS
Lots of words fill up lots of space
Even space between words filled
with other words in other words,
as under the wave the speed bump decays 

Bbbbut...(whimpering now)...buy...but...but...which way should I twist it?
The dial so luminous, voracious, radiant. A chunk
of plutonium. A time machine, past life channeler,
a fork bender, a jar of smoke from Dostoyevsky's last cigar
Chuck Berry is stuck
Doin the rooster walk 

Abe (Lincoln, formerly known as President) walks out on stage with Chuck to wild
acclaim. Chuck is shouting something as he does his famous "rooster walk." Let's see if
we can get a direct feed from his last lungs...
"This is the birth of rock'n'roll."

Within the cave of the wave
Whose dust are you?
Clarity and precision are my lovers, too

Say, "Is that the poem?" "Billie Billie Billie!"
She'd curl the exclamation into a question
And say, That's a poem(?)
Still twisting the dial? Still twisting the night away

Lullabye, the world useta be sure it did
So what? The dusty road settles into itself
Whose dust are you?

[Bob Holman/poem][Carroll Dunham/painting]
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