to the what on earththe thee nation ov accusers.or tr...

to the what on earth



the thee nation ov accusers.



or troupe, 1975.

to the Waco-hating (but oh we are progressive)

to the vitriol for miles.

to the antiwhitman without the inclusions.



for this my final and unending telephone book

of your frisson.



*

there are no lectures, no festivals for you,

just the same tapes

which serve as solemn and unending reminder

of what

my white knuckles used to look like

and so easily could again if

we should meet.