buddha

my favorite loony
just got busted
odd and black
like a grown up buckwheat
or
some broken bird

he would yell shit
as he
jay-
stumbled
across the boulevard
slapping cars on they backs
.
shit
like

You can't do that, motherferfucker's dea, man!
He's in the ground!

and
always
look right into me
and
disappear

he's in the papers
apparently
this cat
was walkin down
along
the magnificent mile
and
did what i've considered only a couple dozen times,
just
strarted clocking random
uppercrusts
and trafficops
until he had his full
and
walked off
free
in his
epileptic saunter

i'll miss him
the most
because of all the

smelly people i've sat with on the bus
through accusations
and pleas

he was the only one i ever thought might have actually been talking to me
and not himself

it was a failure on my part though

that i just didn't get it