true story

they found him walking along the freeway all red in front
he'd taken a rusty tin can and cut off his sexual machinery
as if to say, "see what you've done to me? you might as well have the rest."
and he put part of 'em in one pocket
and part of 'em in another and that's how they found him
walking along
they gave him over to the doctors
who tried to sew the parts back on
but, the parts were quite contended the way they were
I think sometimes if all the good ass turnеd over to the monsters of thе world
maybe it was his protest against this
or his protest against everything
a one-man freedom march, that never squeeze in between
the concert reviews and the baseball scores
god or somebody bless him

she came to my place drunk
grabbing a dear up on the front porch
so many women want to save the world but can't keep their own kitchen straight
but me,
we went inside where i let
i not only let but i got them out of the drawer
and i lighted three red candles
poured the wine
took notes on her
latitude behind, longitude in front
and the rest, amazing
a women such as this could find a [?] at hart springs
not only hart springs, but any kind of springs or arkansas
we ate venison for three weeks
then she slept with the landlord to help pay the rent
then i found her a job as a waitress
i slept all day, and when she came home i was feeling a brilliant conversation
that she so much adored
she died quickly one night
leaving the world much the way it had been
now, i get up early, go down to the loading docks
and wait for cabbages, oranges, potato to fall from the trucks to be thrown away
by noon, i have eaten and am asleep
dreaming of paying the rent with numbered chunks of plastic strips
issued by a better world