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Life Interstitial: THINK, or “Do I feel lucky?”
CEE
After his stroke
Pop was never the same
Only in that, if you paid attention
His wiring had shortcircuited
To where he still Wanted to go ape
In face of the least opposition,
He just deadgrounded out
Before it actualized,
And you had to look real damned deep
Into his bright blue eyes
To see Fred Durst singing a song;
The first word he wrote
After regaining as much cognizance
As he ever regained, rest of his life
Was
“THINK”
He hung it over the side door exit
It’d be the last thing he’d see
Going out,
He thought, all right
He spent his last 6 years
Trying to find a way
To get the circuit board going, again
To realize Fred Durst
Whom I’d see, if I held the blue gaze
Looking back, studying, from his cell
Whenever I knew I’d pissed him off
