An Intellectual Explores Marxism

I was sick of academia,

all those fake people who know nothing of reality

acting as if...

so I tuned in to the Grateful Dead, left Princeton

and got me a trucker at a bar like a real woman,

Debra Winger like....

butterflies in my stomach

getting as drunk as a phish

like in the old college days with Physics majors

and he fucked me like a log

then drugged me

then his friends raped me as I was half

unconscious.

I left the next day,

hugged a tree (i

turned Buddhist and incredibly cold.

there's something about the perverse way reality

fucks our ideas and makes us human.

working and working and working

i built a business empire, I live, stilled in a kimono

(unseen).

i no longer pray to the Buddha...

his head is

cut

and buried underneath my house

along with his friends.