Mark David Chapman, Buddha and I
Sitting in your Attica cell waiting
for another chance to be free, as last
October was fruitless. Your unforgiv-
able action still brings to mind people-
shooting hats, clutching “Within You, Without
You.” Sit I-don’t-know-where as a lotus
glides along the surface of a still riv-
er, coyly telling us to undo past-
present-and-future. Materials pull
all back to now, possession is about
me, as I’ve never had Robituss-
in, not that way, still can’t help from fainting
post-lotus position, wanting to quit
being; I’m getting goddam sick of it.
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