this is the stuff of nightmares: imagine if he,
a body so unreal it is countless small holograms –
some red, some green, some blue – was sent to
jail for a crime he hadn’t actually committed (in the
textbook sense, which is, of course, the only
sense that matters here) & his life was limited
to daily affirmations & soliloquies of revelation,
the brunt of many taunts, the rich boy with the
impossible hairdo & a back-catalogue of impregnation.
no, it is far better that these things be resolved in
a playpen of courtroom humdrum led by solicitors
who are swoony peahens ready for blood:
defending the good state of california & those who
dream of justice & redemption
