Everything Must Be Paranoia and Destruction
Someway I avoid reincarceration
place one shoe aloft then another
keep down my head avert my eyes
traverse shadows and streetlights
dodge officials on sidewalks
as their mountain aeries go
volcanic
I’m not paranoid. They’re out to get me!
They see me as cattle; a cash cow,
in fact
expendable – my death none of
their concern
Vistas before me are clear and
bright
until it cuts into their heathenish
profit
then their pretty blimp goes down
in flames
Political prison dreams started
at age 19
I languished in jail cells slowly
flooding
as laughing hyenas poked me with
clubs
in the brilliant sunlight of mid-day
of my endless sentence in a cold
stone jail
while their ocean liner shipwrecked
and sank
Where do I get the idea that I am
at liberty
peeping through my cell bars into
the gloom
The jailhouse rocks as though in
an earth quake
as hyperborean sun glows here at
midnight
and clouds roll ominous stormy
and black
until all their high rises crumble
and crash
As foot-thick walls come falling
in on me
I feel like a true cyborg Butch
Cavendish
but bad guys who thought I was a
friend
trust me to back them in every fight
while I stage a break from
Minooka State
while bosses’ silver rockets burst
aflame
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