Walked through the Dada exhibit
and strangled
myself
in the bathroom,
poked my eye
with a
pen
and bled on one of the paintings.
A man playing trumpet
outside flipped me off,
so I gave him a buck.
Earlier, I drank a beer,
smashed it on my head
and asked why.
Kerry James Evans
Thursday, February 23, 2006
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