The Man

The Man who saw a ghost
was The Man without a face
was The Man who wasn’t there
was The Man of no name

The Man you want to be
was The Man in a naked mask
was The Man who ate busted glass
was The Man behind the screen

The Man that you put down
was The Man from Abilene
was The Man from East Kenosha
was The Man on Jefferson Ave.

The Man who ends this way
was The Man on the preserve container
was The Man that faced his test
was The Man that consumed your brain

The Man who lies tonight
was The Man of questionable intent
was The Man of dubious lament
was The Man who learned to reach

The Man that’s on the case
was The Man that stands alone
was The Man in a dirty suit
was The Man who loved to kill

The Man down there you know
was The Man who wouldn’t feel
was The Man that never tasted love
was The Man of ancient rights

The Man on the fast rail out
was The Man who cried in the breeze
was The Man that spake to the word
was The Man that jabbed at moon dust

Maskil

J. Freud’s hatted head
that early noon
held shade
Green blue
lavender sun
halved under
purpling yellow
eye set in reverse
at his brimmed curve

Extra’cate

Rememberin’ the 1960’s

movies of
the 1980’s

Distinguishin’
the 1890’s

looks from the 1960’s

Romanticizin’
the 1990’s

memories of
the 2020’s

Forget the 1970’s

sleep of
the 1970’s

Revisit
the 1930’s

dreams of the 1950’s

Embodyin’
the 1940’s

out side of
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