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Three Line Lunch: The Lennon Killer

a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 332

Bleak LA #4: The Lennon Killer

“Mark David Chapman,” he says, wild gray hair and sunburned red face,
And me looking 1980 Lennon – what the fuck does he mean? “He thought he was right,”
Thrusts cocked face up close to mine, “But God won’t forgive him on judgement day.”