Carmine had an idea
after watching an old reel
of men who leer.
His phone was attacked by spam
and it occurred to him
that someone was orchestrating this.
There were detailed maps, somewhere.
He heard peels of laughter
coming from his neighbor’s apartment.
It was the tar rats
peeking out from the asphalt below.
Carmine smoked Kool Milds and lots of weed.
Did the JB dance move like a champ.
The seizures would come in the middle of the night.
It was as though some malevolent spirit
had come to throw him a beating.
He’d emerge bruised and battered.
Seemed so unfair because he really was such a sweetheart.