Robert Johnson died like a dog



You just almost ran me down

in front of my house



Lucky for you, you didn't.



Or you would've had

approx. 200 lbs. of Post-Modern

enlightened,

Neo-,

Multi- Culti-

Redneck



directing his bare, semi-pampered fist

thru the windsheild of your fucking

All Wheel Drive

Subaru vehicle



Lucky for me

I wrapped the dog's leash

close to my side

with my right hand



and, left-handed,

thrust my arm out

in primordial

"Stop" signage



The left hand.

The one with the

half-smoked Camel,

motherfucker --



you symptom

of our creeping disease.

Like me,

oblivious



to the anonymity

of stupid

and certain

death