(An attempt at Prose)
Billy is the term the Mob uses for a son
that talks too much at school. Billy. Or Bill. Or Mr. Bill.
I knew someone named Clay from Americorp that was vetted.
He was a Liaison for the government on the first stage Saturn Test Facility.
And in danger, and he knew a vulgar man with a vulgar statement
with three shadows of hell as friends. What
the man had said was intended to scare the hell out of Clay
who was trying to infiltrate them.
If you could imagine a room and these men and this statement and this city.
And Clay, who would come over to visit; My father went back to WWII
in Corpus Christi at 17 just down the street from Clay’s social circle.
One of the men Clay was afraid of was a Russian agent
and was a shadow of burial a chorus
of never ending never ending. And the other with the mouth
was killed by Jim to protect Clay. I wasn’t supposed to get to the hospital
when I was hurt. It was to be an accident. A great conspiracy. No.