I shoot myself first.

switched on the bulb but nothing

no electricity since morning

sat on the front porch

got Dylan singing again

Ballads of a Thin Man

Sara Sara o Sara

Hard rain’s A gonna Fall

the thin man is back again

I pull out an imaginary cigar from one pocket

and a revolver from another

I shoot myself first and then,

I shoot that strange bird

perched on an electric wire

and I miss the shot and the bird

flies off to a tall tree with curly hairs

but it doesn’t matter

it doesn’t matter

I am dead already

but the bird is still there,

talking bogus to the still winds.

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