"When our beloved friend, the fine Governor of the Gret Stet of Loosiana, sent for me in his need at Mandeville, his condition had been so MISREPRESENTED that people I knew said to me, 'Don't you go up there, Joe Sims. That man is a hyena. He'll BITE YOU IN THE LAIG.' But I went. I went to Mandeville, and before I could reach my friend, the armed guard had to open TEN LOCKED DOORS, and lock each one of 'em again after us. And theah, THEAH, I found the FINE Governor, of the GRET Stet of Loosiana....without SHOES, without a sitch of CLOTHES to put awn him, without a friend to counsel with. And he was just as rational as he has ever been in his life, or as you see him here today. He said, 'JOE SIMS, WHERE THE HELL YOU BEEN?'"

say, another black t shirt

tripped in well water;
a country i lived in
because i made it

haha, walking down the street
in the small hours, tiny

full of steamed nightmare,
i pat the blind pony
and ride the iron one