My Voice

scary gary

Scary Gary



From beneath a wild mane
of unkempt hair-

my cousin swears God, not LSD
encouraged him to place his
right arm on a track

as a train
bore down
and clipped it clean off.

Now, with rightousness
of self -sacrifice

he spreads God's word
along with his own pungent truth
from the van
he lives in.

He called one day
to share his particular message.

We hid

the way we do when the
Witnesses come.




Mary


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