Jake St. John – Page 2 – Outlaw Poetry

1 vintage Speed-O-Print mimeo machine. 1 vintage portable Smith Corona manual. 1 Sacramento bookstore + generous owners & generations of poets w/energy & imagination. 1 Saturday afternoon & the better part of a night, several reams of cheap paper, ample antiquated stencils, pound the shit out of old typer, crank the mimeo drum (revolution(s?) like giant rabid hamsters, ink everything, season w/excitement, add interest, collate, staple, distribute, repeat, cover the world w/lines - S.A. Griffin

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jake st. john | when i die, i die

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jake st. john | cosmic baseball

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jake st. john | jewett city gangster

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jake st. john | in all the cities the same faces

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jake st. john | type of blue

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jake st. john | drums in the distance

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jake st. john | eminent domain

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jake st. john | upon hearing the news of Anselm Hollo’s death

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jake st. john | i talked to the moon

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jake st. john | sucker punched by cupid

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