so strange
the man , a novel marvel
a wonder
a ragged flag of ideas
he'd fly in your face if he could
just like you do to him
with your dim witticism
pomposity
the banner and trumpets gallant blasting
look how high the horse of
chemical properties
and the marketability of petroleum product
see it's not so simple
to be someone
in a party
of
rhetoricians
a nation me's
cowering below the belt
swallowing pill bills
for a life on the couch
chin on chest
fingers lingering stingingly
at the hair on his face
"bleed to think" he breathes in deep over his head