Chicano Poet

Thursday, December 08, 2005

The Day Undone

The bullets flew out of his body
and back into the pistol
and Mark David Crapchrist

pulled the bullets from the chamber,
subwayed his crazy ass back home,
never got the autograph,

never talked to John at all.
This is the moment that really belongs
in the Rock And Roll Hall of Fame

and not this sick, fucking bastard
trying to visit his parents,
his psychoanalyzed mind

still outsmarted by the scum and filth,
putrid on the best New Jersey street
as he shuffled his slimy feet

on his way to Bethlehem
to be aborted
and the day undone.


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