Without a place to leak out I’d go to jail Yet the leak disturbs The Subject is stirred I am Muzzled in MacArthur park I am nowhere close to MacArthur park It would cost a life to nail one sentence about MacArthur Park I don’t want to capture anything Not even a perfect lamb chop Or the taste of rain Or those three sunburnt convicts with Utah plates and charming smiles who have been friends for decades - Jules and Jim via San Quentin - lucky to be free together, Old enough to make the most of Sunday afternoon on Alvarado Blvd The subject is stirred But my leak saves lives Even hers Even if this cup is not exactly representative Of every untouchable curve
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