the palm trees, the claustrophobic planes
the spelling of plains correctly
I keep the ideas of me you have
they suck into me & become me even more me
more I than I thought
I am
whatever you say I am
if I wasn't
then why would I say I am
eminem, the great fucking plains?
at least a valley you can get out of
mountains you can climb up
rivers you can get under
but we can have the plains
the regulars
the simple
the nothing-fancy-abt-that
the unchanging landscape
a field, a tree, here & there a copse
and you,
a livable corpse, a loveable corps
lovable corpse, covesick
covestuck coeur. Get in yer crevice, baby.
Climb in the corn, crawl on the fours
spin round, divot it
dig out a little place, make a valley from your rich plentiful midwestern soil
bury your body there, make mountains around you
a seething grave
for the unchanging
make less your monotonous burial scene
