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[lastsuperhero]

the ending i tacked onto the previous poem:

want the hypnotism
of windmills, spokes spinning
against the blazing blue
windstorms sweeping
yellow desert.
want graying coverbands
saying "here's a little tune
by otis redding" and beating
on their guitars
the way you hit your best friend.
want dirt as red as punctuation
and sunburn, want trees
that fuck the sky, want
a book on tape whose words
mumble into nothing.

wrote a silly tuneless song:

my charlie horses are
charlie horsing.
and we decide zombies might
be the best thing.
and if i needa shoot a bitch
i use my belt buckle
or nose ring.

because we are so hardcore.
yeah, we're so hardcore.

i've got t-shirts full of dinosaurs
and hats with no letters.
some bitches might
call us whores,
but we all know better.
we dress how we wanna
as long as we wear the same thing.

because we are so hardcore.
yeah, we're so hardcore.

tell your friends how to suck
a dick
but you've never done it.
shoplifting charges
never stick.
yeah, we know how to run it.
we like all them awesome bands
that don't know how to sing.

because we are so hardcore.
yeah, we're so hardcore.

(i think i was drunk when i wrote that)