Man on a porch with beer and shotgun

by Samuel Derrick Rosen


Try me, I'll believe in anything
MKUltra and that kind of thing
Try me, the fragment of your speech
is War and Peace, God Almighty
Lo and Behold, there you are beside me
The dark flicks of your righteous wrist
To laments of Jimi Hendrix
Dilemmas in your social eyes
That paint to me a matrix
The threads of your womanness
As malleable as the Roswell debris
And your cinematic personality
Teaching me
A comrade in your Psyops.