by David S. Pointer
After the first
Badfinger suicide,
I was thinking
about Pete Ham
singing Perfection…
there’s no good
revolution,.. they’ll
be no perfect man…,and much later a
drug addict’s
drool like sewer
gravy—crying
at the nurse’s
crash cart as if
he were fumbling
to safe crack the
hospital’s narcotic
safe back to sanity,
back to Perfection
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