Although all the evidence
stands as fact
to the jurors
on the jury
" Yes indeed I have ten fingers
followed only by ten toes that were bequeathed to me
by some dieing sailor that had no use for his digits"
Lying there
frying there
dieing there
on his death bunk
or makeshift cot.
" Yes, yes the facts are true, in fact as true
as the day is long ( about 12 hours in the right season)
but I am not just another fully appendage baby
laying in some Jewish hospital
or blessed Mary mother of bog
place for the healing of the sick
and the sinned, and the stained..."
I must not be of this world
I pound into my head over and over
like a record skipping
or a little flower girl
in a little flower dress
skipping home
from a Sunday school
where she was intentionally conditioned
to say " I believe"
by a crusted
god fearing mouth
"amen"
"I'm from mars, I'm from the moon"
I'm in a constant state of repair
but I can't find the right part
for my radio flyer I've conditioned for space travel
I must of hit my head upon entering your atmosphere
because I don't recollect much
I just remember
a bunch of government screws
standing around me
pointing and poking me
with clicking and whirling boxes
" This is straight outta E fucking T"
But I had no Elliot
no savior
all I have now is peculiar behavior
and them with no remorse
they hear my voice
straight from the mouth of the horse
"Another nail in your coffin
at the opening of every new golf course
I'll take it upon myself
to prune it at the source"
