I am just a flawed head.
Sittin here at home.
Watchin’
my sister s’ baby
crawl: and the paint
peelin off the wall.

A pounding steeel furnace con-
tinues to make confusion; constantly at work … in my head.

There on CNN. I catch a glimpse

The Marlboro Man,
Standing in a foriegn land
With a gun in his hand.

Another flawed head
waiting to come home.