Monday, January 9, 2012

The schizophrenic outside
strikes the air
takes a step back
and I wonder
what exactly he's hitting at

and why he hits it
or if he strikes himself
or got struck, himself
one day by a ball thrown
past its intended recipient. 

Did he wear a helmet
after that? Would you? 
Would you waltz, feint, or tarry
at coffee, cards, or tea? 

He smokes, smokes, and yells
mostly at cops. Wherefore 
you go, you go unwillingly,
all of you. I would give him

back his teeth, I think,
set his eyes on the same
traintracks, to smash the money
in the penny.  

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