I see dead poems everywhere

Poem & Bones
by David Garrett Izzo

A poem lasts; bones change into oil.
“One is a verbal artifact; the oil comes from dead things and turns all our cars into hearses:
“I see dead people.”

Dinosaur bones went into the ground really deep and the pressure turned them into fossil fuel.

Barney is your passenger today and every day.

Poems will last as long as trees grow

Poems on the internet will last as long as there is electricity
Which comes from (all at once now) fossil fuel

(Is there a pattern here?)

More like a circle that’s been expanding since the big bang.
What goes around comes around.

Watch careful now, the verbal artifacts are here.

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Jeremiah Walton

Oi ! I’m Jeremiah Walton. For the past ~3 years I’ve been bopping around the U.S. between hitchhiking + rubber tramping, running traveling bookstore Books & Shovels + indie publisher Nostrovia! Press. My focus is in-person distribution at open mics + features + busking. Word of mouth is a fulfilling & feels to be a more intimate promotional process. I’ve featured at the NYC Poetry Festival + San Francisco Lit Crawl + Snoetry Cleveland + Beast Crawl Oakland + This Lil Lit Fest + street corners across the country. There’s a handful of my books floating around the country, but most recently is “From Here Til Utopia” (Ghost City Press). Raccoons + coyotes are my companions. Hope you dig the poems, much love, thank you❤

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