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The following can also be found in the book The Heatseeker. Click here to learn more, and to download a free electronic copy; or click here for the rules to writing the type of poetry shown here.

Hiccups greeted me
early on a Saturday morning
when I heard he had been
apprehended, a wall-less fortress in Montana stuck and
snuck under tar paper and Grizzley Adams beard

Nearer my God to

Universities can drive anyone to terrorist acts, believe you me
Television eyes stare and
suddenly I see
Heat Seeker staring back with
itty bitty inside eyes burning bright
Starving after all these years, suddenly sucking nearby heat

Nearer my God to thee, o Lord, nearer

All the kiddies yell
mommy but some are so crafty and sneakily sly
Early on Saturday I
was witness to
apprehensive eyes seeking out flame
Stupid masses thinking the nightmare over

There is every reason to kill, believe you me
Every excuse not to has been used up
down in my little
tiny jail inside my little tiny dark inside spot
Heat Seeker laughs and
echoes the raw
haunting look I saw in
eyes in the man in Montana
Abandoned by everything he thought he could count on
Ted, I understand. More than anyone can believe.

Sweaty hiccups greet me
early Saturday morning, the monster punching, kicking my stomach
Each of us smelling
kerosene, smelling rotten
eggs, smelling Montana gunpowder air

Reach in, Ted, go grab that
wiley alien and wring its scrawny neck until its
asphyxiated, crushed windpipe can scream no more lies
Snuff it and I
will also attempt the same, control the Heat Seeker
Hone its power until
you and I
heal, until we can see
earthling morons and not throw up
full bellies bruised by our evil little space friends

Liquor hiccups greet me when I greet you
early on Saturday morning
Down and down we fall into the safe earth

Copyright 1999, Jason Pettus. All rights reserved. This was published under a Creative Commons license; click here for details. Contact: ilikejason [at] gmail [dot] com.