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I am ugly as my nose cascades over my pigeon-breasted chest and my penis is long and thin and traveling down my trouser leg trailing behind me several feet raw and chafed and hairless and the yard-ape at the bus-stop shrieks to its mother--mommy lookah dat man he got a rat tail--and she all nervous and resenting say--shaddup--with a box to the ear and a glower at me for such inconsideration.

Part One as I am walking down the street as the sun gasps red as it plunges to the horizon after a steamy hot summer afternoon, I walk past a fast-food restaurant almost home, a dusty old Skagmobile pulls into the entranceway blocking the sidewalk and my path sheer inches from shearing my bloated kneecaps and just stops and taunts me until I walk around it, walk around the front a scraggly head laughs and guns the engine and runs over me, backs up and I get up to spit on the windshield and continue on my way. The door opens and the ugliness tears after me, a huge blow to my head falls me scraping to the concrete my nose broken off and bloody beside my head he rolls me on my back digging his claws under my ribcage lifting ripping upwards in his hands a victor's trophy my internal organs external and squinting at all the light, a quick grind of his boot heel in my groin and I am neutered and almost dead. The audience the customers forget their sandwiches and french fries cheering and whistling and stand in ovation saying--now we don't condone violence but he looks like he could be our son such a noble deed we wouldn't let the other lick the shit stains off our underwear.

Part Two as when I am blue and walking a tripod on my two legs and stump and I am slow and can barely digest a thing from when in the hospital and couldn't breathe and tried to scream unsuccessfully, not a nightmare or a cliché I just opened my eyes parting my lips and couldn't so I reached in my mouth and pulled out the pillow sensing something awry I flushed the foam down the toilet, crawled into the pillowcase and jumped into a linen cart coming down the hall making my escape good to the laundry room where the attendant was shocked and I said--your shoe's untied--and fled out the door to the street.

Part Three as I am arrested walking down the street mall in a blaze of sunshine absolutely thrilled with nothing, pointed out by a child whose face is bathed and glistening with snot and grease, on charges of walking in a straight line with intent to be less than nasty, taken Downtown dragging behind the squad car in a neck iron attached by chain to the rear bumper to where the officers with ugly faces call me ugly names and beat me into yet another pulp and throw me in a cell full of criminals with ugly faces calling me ugly names and beating my pulp into finer strained pulp making excellent anal lubrication.