"how much will you pay me to read it?" [from "The Pine Box"]

i’m down on my knees & i ain’t got a dime,
crets of which the males have lost, the
copper penny dancing & gallivanting
all hours, the epistles were the wives
of the apostles, words shall express what
i have to say, the small farm where
simon bolívar died is on the outskirts
of town, and no sooner do the words,
debates over authentic voice and
reliable narrator, as i’m in a
pawpaw, catastrophe into art?,
you should talk sense!, the one
who will say it has meaning, i was
operating of course, how much will
you pay me to read it?, someone
having time to be alone, limitless
resources of materials and manpower
into a bottomless pool of consumption,
stay connected!, same timor
mortis, countercultural eden,
the next level, a cargo of home-
loving girls, what the differences
are, forget me neither, saggy
teats!, steady sellers, a
drunken man is part of the
system, raving returns the waters,
did ‘em all oh gee!, women were
having children every two years,
cross-grained, that is the “story”
it has an “unresolved ending”,
being here, everyone began to dance,