SADLY, I WAS THERE THE DAY THEY PULLED YOU FROM YOUR TRUCK AND MOST OF YOUR LEFT SIDE SLID DOWN AND YOU SEEMED A WELL-MADE SCARE CROW. IT WAS TERRIBLE, THE BOB DYLAN I LOVED WAS MOSTLY CRAFTS FROM HONG KONG
The last American poet, the tumbleweed from the 1960 era
just some fiber and plastic coated chicken wire
the government magnets were there
no surprise, an agent for the -***-
just look how they dressed you
old flop house sofa material
molded on daily
CONVERSATIONAL POETRY 