I knock my head against my head
in the grey hole with my head in a wall

and then I remember steve roggenbuck telling me to market the moon
and that walt whitman existed and he smelled his armpits and rejoiced
and then I have to say I am a poet, I am not bound

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"MAN WALT WHITMAN WOULD APPRECIATE THIS"

to
that
head against head