Sunday, June 11


confession of obol

after my break-out in late september a.d. 1977 ,
i whizzed around till i could whizz no more.

then society squeezed me, as so many others ,
killed my wife

and changed my life .

i resemble a spring coiled and coiled ,
and provided with perfectly controlled escape mechanisms .

"power" , for goodness sake .


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