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poems
from
Tom
Baer
published 1999
FROM SEVEN
TO NINE
The members of the Anxiety,
Phobia and Panic
Disorder Self-help/Support
Group don't
trombone down
Bourbon Street,
rather find that
they're poured out
like water and all
their bones are
out of joint and
their hearts are
like wax.
The members
of the Anxiety,
Phobia and Panic Disorder
Self-help/Support
Group don't
High-Life down
Bourbon Street, rather crush shrieks
at the Peninsula Medical
Center 200 yards
south of Granada
Boulevard on A1A
In Ormond Beach, Florida
Monday nights
from 7 to 9.
APOLLO BEACH
Cast beyond the surf-
line on 15lb test monofilament
spooled on an
Abu Garcia Cardinal-556
spinning reel flanged to
a 14-foot Abu Garcia
Conolon-300 graphite rod.
Within their range,
shrimp speared by a
Kahle wide-bend #2 hook
will help kill
anything
that swims off
Apollo Beach.
BROKE
Broke
Busted out
Alone…On
Bringing Christ
To the Churches
Of Apollo Beach
Florida
The Episcopals
told me to get a
job. I had one:
Bringing Christ to the Churches
Of Apollo Beach, Florida
The Kingdom's Witnesses
told me to dress up
Make a public nuisance
of myself. I was and
had: bringing Christ to
The Churches of Apollo
Beach, Florida
The Church of Hard God
told me to give it
money, more
money, More
Money.
I had: Bringing
Christ to the
Churches
Of Apollo
Beach
Florida
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