Ralph lives in the park,
unearths disgusting butts from anywhere,
begs them from your pocket,
kills Germans in his sleep,
drowns Japs in the fountain,
waves to helicopters,
cannot find his one sneaker
the little boys threw into the bushes
throws the other one away,
saw a girl commit suicide,
says he has a girl,
spreads adrenaline all over the bench
attacking it with sunless fists,
clasps your skin with open hand-
punctuation for his unspoken.
Causes me to wonder if
contagion theory is true:
Will Germany invade my sleep tonight?
392 ®Copyright 1974 Jack Scott. All rights reserved.