OAKLAND 1994
Wheat-paste and spray paint over
rum ads we had just barely begun
the biggest Free Fred on a billboard
when caught by the Lucky Florist man.
We got away, like the three other times
we told the po-po the art teacher said so.
They left us with the paint and buckets
except our friend Mexican-Indigenous hand-
cuffed and hauled off. She was roughed
up. We raised bail that same night
in jail she ate a bologna on white
bread sandwich. To my freedom-
loving accomplices who know
we can get better: Lay your head
on my pillow and just relax, relax, relax...
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