they found him walking along the freeway
all red in front
he had 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 him
in one pocket and
part of him 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 contented
the way they were.
I think sometimes of all of the good ass
turned over to the
monsters of the
world.
maybe it was his protest against
this or
his protest against
everything.
a one man
Freedom March
that never squeezed in
between
the concert reviews and the
baseball scores.
God, or somebody, bless him.
-Charles Bukowski