Black Spring: Social Incident

Save him, absurdly       say it’s me drowning      the latest or is it the   new voice recognition devices can  detect mood and play depeche mode more than   soft radio and he fell down the steps to  tell me so heckle the revolution’s yellow freckle  faced woman about why she hasn’t sold her confusing  beauty for freedom to which she replies that’s your confusion      and my double face my Janus my cambodia my way of being  inappropriate is to keep it for myself in America to not give it up so  easily to obsess privately or not at all be James Dean or not   listening two astronaut statues pressed to my ears while I sing   Malcolm’s Valentine