True Story


theyfound him walking along the freeway
allred in
front
hehad taken a rusty tin can
andcut off his sexual
machinery
asif to say --
seewhat you've done to
me?you might as well have the
rest.

andhe put part of him
inone pocket and
partof him in
another
andthat's how they found him,
walking
along.

theygave him over to the
doctors
whotried to sew the parts
back
on
butthe parts were
quitecontented
theway they
were.

Ithink sometimes of all of the good
ass
turnedover to the
monstersof the
world.

maybeit was his protest against
thisor
hisprotest
against
everything.

aone man
FreedomMarch
thatnever squeezed in
between
theconcert reviews and the
baseball
scores.

God,or somebody,
bless
him.


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