I'm not like them,
The cool guys with girls,
With their life's work.

What I have though
Is what they all want.
A remoresless black heart

For plowing through
Ideas, deals, relationships
In a mercury mirror,

Eking by hairline cracks
and getting nothing out of it:
A grand performance Art.

A prisoner by the longest plan,
A handler with a whip,
An innocent boy to toy with.

How it all works I never knew.
In a major storm, money in bag,
Deaf and blind I flew.

The music rose from A minor
To the power of X in key
To the nth degree.

I'm a revolutionary.
My left brain, is it defunct?
An American anarchist.

My right brain, day and night,
Feels on my knees
The hard floor of mulct.


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