June 14, 1971 (I was 26)
poems by freaks in zoo
They come to see me not by plan but by style
and their faces look so sickly
hidden behind a struggled smile
Betrayed by Curiosity hurriedly they pass
and I try to show them a soul
with my face pressed against the glass
They follow the call of Calliope out the canvas
door
and they forget the wasted ticket
lying on the sawdust floor
I sit alone again now in my corner of the zoo
and wonder if there is anything more
a freak can hope to do
-written two days later…
I went to the zoo today
first time in awhile
I even walked the midway area
and was attracted to a side show
IKON THE INCREDIBLE
An Electrifying Emotional Experience
it said and I paid my money and went in
Pitch dark
and there was a hairy guy
huddled in a glass box staring back at me
and I didn’t know what to do so I left
The sun made me squint
and I felt somewhat hollow
and people were looking at me
like I looked at him.
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