American Amnesiac

I
The name Rinehart bangs no gongs
I’m neither too disturbed by my odd fate
The name’s John Doe. And I am a place
With the name John Doe I can remain the man
If pressed to name my brand of worldly thought
I’ve started to save the weeks’ headlines
My marriage to Lisette: never officially
The corporation, in its artificial skin
We are all in sales, vending our
And I will do this from that wide-slung
I can’t bear the airlessness of crossword
One doctor had me trace a path
When I lived in Kailua I heard
Today I read about the green sea slug
State officials say I abused the system
James Brown, by his own admission, was
I’m a man without a past, like so many folks
We have to tolerate inequality as a way
Is it just me or have tales of repression
Instead there’s this game called Word Bubble
Visionandpsychosis.net suggests my state

II
Here’s how you say John Doe in other
Thinking and speaking and feeling-in-knowing
I found the following entry in the Legal
Pale males will not have
Frankenstein’ Doc Creates Synth Life
According to my notes, I’ve read a lot
I want to be at all places at once and do
is the united states a christian nation
is the united states a nation-state
Today’s diagnosis: dissociative fugue
The Athena of myth is paradox
There’s no mesh to what I know
William Jennings Bryan would have
The public finally urged Bryan to ditch
Thomas Hardy. Joseph Stalin. Bertrand
Rev Up Your Recall Playing Wordsearch
The first known use of John Doe
When I was searching the Web
The largest landfill in the world
Today I am alone with half of me
I am no stander above men and women
Does a fifth taste bud lead us to seaweed

III
My name was Calvin J. Rinehart
For the Russian mnemonist simply
Scriabin had a face like a honey cake
A Petition to change the name of Miguel
I don’t know who I’m supposed to be
If you shave off his chardonnay filter
O but nevermind. All you fetus worshipers
Everyone Knows Someone Killed by
I thank my nurse for each kind turn
I was my mother’s mother, and her
Cal’s the one I used to call Myself
If memory is ruptured, one can go on
Across: 18. Not quite mega-
Schoenberg suggested we hear
To lag is to go slow. To stray is
The self is a thousand localities
Roxanne likes to call me Honey
Is it possible to let the sleeping life
A Petition to change the name of Jyotismita
This morning for the first time
Maybe nation-nature’s now a thing
Instead of choosing John Doe