matchstick breath
in jeans and cheap clothing

came running through the night
in flame of moon
with the diseased

old friends with the macabre
machine that sewed daylight
into the backs of black cat's heads

they placed him in New York
they placed him underwater
they placed him in a job
with a green apron and a greener smile
they placed a golfball on his sternum
and hit it into Central Park
but it went through someone's filthy livingroom.

what his purpose was
is to illustrate
what his purpose was
turned purple with his diabetic feet

drug addict
fireman
dead beat father
maggot shit given equal rights

i could have screamed.