Wikipedia Poem, No. 890
enough
you can own
the concordant sickness
ringing
it’s way
into yr heart
i’m here
everything i
thought was funny when i was
the enemy
mutant city acid:
damp hedges a church
the modest hours
that guide
the modest hours that would be lost
if not for a drug
conviction i served seven years for
i served this
country i’ve done my time i’ve done my time and time
and
time and time again
i’ve made
some mistakes but thank
god the smell of wood smoke
i cast the enemy
mutant city acid:
damp
hedges a church
the
marvel
reduced figure
ground relationship
frustration casts
a rat’s scurry