Halftime Johnson went to
found his mother onaspike kissing the wind.
All the toilets overflowed blackbeanscorntomatoes. Halftime Johnson
feeling himselfthat Wednesday.
Sing a song of sorrow, the cat has got outdoors.
Sing a song of sympathythe gunthe rockthe broken
blade.Woe be to Halftime.Woe be to you.
Halftime Johnson almost firedHalftime Johnson afeared,
circles in red ink, sheds a tear. Woe, woe, woe.The plastic
bag has choked a seal, a gull, a shark. Where’s the door?
Where’s the hinge? The brain is full of rot.
In Vietnam his skin went rot. They sent him200 km
over.Stop for the skin of the man aliveso wetdampmoist it rots.
War.Halftime Johnson, ohHalftime Johnson, oh no.
The school is red.The school is yellow tape.Oh!bangbangyou’redead
bangbangyou’re-red. Halftime Johnson, wait, just wait
Halftime Johnsonthinkno singO
the carol pitchesleft and rightthe carol pitchessqueak.
The cat mews; Ha, you little riot. The dog’s head tilts.Toy bears
jingle their sang.Laugh Halftime laugh
a bow a bell a throwing stick a dongdongdingalingalong. So long.
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