So this is the poem.
And I have free broadsides of this poem tonight
too if you want.
It's called "I Hope I'm Loud When I'm Dead."
"I have a mannequin for a paperweight.
It is difficult to type with such a large paperweight.
I reached around lovers late into night typing.
From behind, it is impossible to tell which is Virgil.
Poetry can be of use.
The field of flying bullets the hand
reaches through, loving the aftertaste,
finding a deeper third taste.
Many are haunted by human cruelty through the centuries.
I am haunted by our actions since breakfast.
You said too much poetry.
I said too much war.
The biggest mistake for love is straining.
There is a door marked mistake we entered.
You said too much fooling around.
I said fuck off and die."