Chains wreathed round each forearm.
Digging logging road ditches at 11.
Rusty Spike Coated In Heavy Metals,
To My Guts At 17.
Third An Eyebrow Gone,
From Running Full Sprint –
Into Metal Doorframe.
Apples, Weed, Allen Ginsberg.
Was a fool back then.
Baba:
Still an old Fool now.
Hermit Guru Or Not.
Digging logging road ditches at 11.
