"I need to get born, I need to get dead
I’m sick of the forms, I’m sick of being misread
By men in dashikis and their lefist weeklies
Colonized wrath -- their shining new path
The converted castle of moorish design
If you want to stay the weekend, well, we wouldn’t mind
The plots they are hatching, the surface is scratching
In an open corner where the news is late"
("Embassy Row")

"Trolls in the glen are consorting again
The liberals say they don’t exist but I know that they do
Reinforce your literal ass -- hit it on the first or second pass
Frozen images, respected few
Type slowly"
("Type Slowly")

[Pavement, Brighten the Corners, Matador, 1997]

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