his body curled into a tormented comma
his hands desperately clasped over his head
while the skull splits, splinters, fragments
and the mind inside sizzles, fritzes, snaps, and explodes
setting free the dozens, scores, maybe hundreds
of young women scantily clad if at all
heretofore trapped in the beginnings of his stories
and now free and spilling into your apartment
the halls and lobby of its building
the sidewalks around the pool in the atrium
out into the so-called secure parking
and every one of them looking to you
his companion for eversomany years
to help them adjust to a world
not so different from that in his mind
kinder perhaps and crueler probably
since he was continually surprised
by what men do to each other and to others
in God’s name or no one’s
and that too was part of the snapping and fritzing
of the mind releasing its contents
like Jove but without the divinity
to accept it and go on
inventing
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