Sunday night, September 15, 2024, begun at 8: 35 p.m. and completed and published at 8: 55 p.m.; titled amended at 9 p.m.
My pretend pal, Colin Leonard, has been a linchpin
in police covert operations directed at me for over
one year now—beginning August 2023-that is, until
I decided to unlinch him: out him, unplug him, pull
out the linchpin four days ago, revealing his treachery,
his perfidious behaviors, his thievery, from which time
the Cary PD have engaged in a series of quid pro quos—
as per usual—to counter me, banning me from two Cary businesses using police-proxy employees and police-proxy customers at Dorcas Ministry Thrift Store and Coffee &
Crepes in Crossroads Plaza—dear reader, you can see
all the action, everything, on their business cameras, all
their machinations, the movements directly towards me
or to hinder me, my vision affected from the side, on my
periphery, my ability to move about restricted, impacted
negatively by these police proxies—all of them women—
at Dorcas Ministry Thrift Store and at Coffee & Crepes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem