Bad Memory 1

I was married three times
Two I can’t remember
One never was my wife

Linda lives in true brain
Don’t want to talk about it

Linda is representative
Of nothing, a leggy woman with crabs
A death harbinger, a human playground

Wasn’t my wife
Don’t get thinking
Wasn’t a symbol

Sometimes I think an embryo
The way she collided with my life
Brings whatever’s bad and lays it there
Like a dead bird in the crib
For instance

I drove my truck into the side
Of The Hideout and
Almost killed a tramp
Named Linda

That’s not true now
Who is hiding
In my open hand
What woman haunts
Eat time, shit time, time time

She quivered in her slender
Competent throat and
Shrouded her magnificent
Body of light across my true brain