The smell of fresh soap
in a crowd set him off.
A man walked passed who smelled like cheap soap
and Johnny lost it, screaming and punching people
until the cops came and arrested him.
I went to see him in the religious place they put him
St. Joseph’s Compassion,
a place for the broken minded.
When I found him, he was lying on a bed chair
on the back lawn in the sun.
I pulled another chair across and sat next to him.
“Hi Johnny, how are you?” I asked.
He looked at me and smiled. He knew me.
“You won’t believe what goes on here,” he said, a big smile on his lips.
“The nurses come out on the lawn here, naked, completely naked.
You should see the sun shine off their skin,
they lie down, and then the doctors come out
and fuck them right…
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