Willis Dean

Escaped

Noble County

clean.

dropped out

in 7th grade without even having

learnt to read.

speed born,

oxy bred

metrics.

cold,

grave & mean.

Not in any romantic

sense.

still and all,

anecdotal evidence reveals

Males

18-49 trending up holler! Cite hillbilly violence

as a major influence on spending habits

tells a story

better than any:

builds characters

minus the sloppy strokes

of cousin dip shit’s color jokes

His stories curate chaos within

this old system,

of rising action,

suspense...

endings O Henry

would donate

a left nut to nail.

Rachmaninoff's a mathematician

who does not have an alibi

for the drop of infinite existence

between major and minor D,

the realm

of the dove that interrupted

Randy Johnson’s

fastball.

(look that shit up)

just the tip, baby.
wait. wrong poem.
just a piece of the tip

of this realm
knocks

our collective

imagination
completely the fuck
out

God

Damn.

just stand

in line,

di-

vide

the

notes

&

arrange

the

letters.

still and all--

I call Willis Dean

late, late

hear his wake up voice

whisper through the phone:

I wrote a poem about you.