in 2004 i self-published 400 dimebags of 9 short laminated poems (and an interview) in san francisco.
i sent some to publications, sold some, but i mostly gave them out to people on the streets.
i loved the concept of the dimebag because i wanted it to feel like i was slippin' folks a drug.
first i would give them 1 poem in an attempt to get them hooked, and then (with any luck) they would invariably need a dimebag.
the poem i slipped was:
me without you
one word short of a haiku
one word short. i love
giving out poetry on the sly