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UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY
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JUSITN HYDE
what he learned from the vietnam vets he restarted the highway grader while his partner was still checking the blades. so full of guilt he didn't sleep for over a year. got in with some vietnam vets at an aa meeting over in redfield. says they taught him lock it in a tool-box put the tool-box in a safe drop it in the ocean never look that way. says he sleeps three nights a week now probably be four or five if it wasn't for his wife. can't keep her in the house. soon as he nods off she's out tapping a vein usually ends up passed out in the parking lot behind the indian casino over in tama. not supposed to be a writer supposed to be secondary labor for a brick-layer assistant to a satellite-dish installer or a pest control technician like my dad. supposed to be in the state home in cherokee where they wanted to send me for suicidal ideations when i was nine or in prison like my cousin who raped his daughters. i'm not supposed to be a writer wasn't supposed to graduate from high-school or college either. every day with this notebook is one more than i was ever supposed to have. so i hope you'll excuse me for not taking any of the queer bullshit that comes along with it too damn seriously. Justin Hyde lives in Iowa where he works with criminals. He has a web-page here: http://www.nyqpoets.net/poet/justinhyde |
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