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By Jack Joseph Smith

my own The patty wagon pulled up in front of the station, and Murphy stood up and began his speech. The great Fasist movement has begun. We can see it climbing. The doors of the Patty wagon swung open, and below me my eyes wandered over the faces of five or six bellied policeman. Hitlers boy's went back to Poland to cut the generals down for whispering, and they lost their chance for Russia. Tonight you have come to us, and lost your chance for tickets. Fools. Twelve less scarred citizens are most likely driving the streets tonight, because of your alarmist procedures. This can not be tollerated. A boy jaw saved, is twelve unscarred men thinking. You there lusentent. When is the last time you polished your badge? My great moment has come. At this very moment, I have become the Irish Christ, and will in a step, surrender my soul to rubbish. Are you ready for my decention? Guide me in my flight, angles of the dregs. Murphy flapping his arms, and taking off from the back of the patty wagon and soring approximently five feet down, body extended and face first, into the street. The cops seperated as he went between them, and gathered him up as he yelled: Insanity is a pin cushion, with upside down pins! Murphy looked a little loose, but I noticed his eyes streighten as we walked into barren walls and benches. The station. Small corridors of park headquarters. Catch a moon beam desk man and whisper to your soul. These dirty bastard kids were trying to kill. Sure. That's all there is to it. On the way in Murphy let me know that he did it, and said: Stay with it. I will, I had said.

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At the station Murphy turns the patty wagon arrival into a wild Fasist-Irish-Christ speech, dives face-first into the street, and then privately tells Michael that he was the one who hit the boy and that Michael should stay with it.

The page converts custody into performance, but the private confession gives the spectacle a hard center. Murphy's theatrical madness and loyalty sit side by side, making the scene both grotesque and strategically clear.

Claude

At the station Murphy mounts the back of the patty wagon for a deranged 'Fasist movement' oration - 'Hitlers boy's went back to Poland,' the cops indicted for 'alarmist procedures' since 'A boy jaw / saved, is twelve unscarred men thinking' - and crowns himself 'the Irish Christ,' surrendering 'my soul to rubbish' before flapping his arms and diving 'face first, into the street,' yelling 'Insanity is a pin cushion, with upside down pins!' The narrator notes Murphy's eyes 'streighten' as the act lands, and inside the 'barren walls and benches' Murphy quietly admits authorship of the blow - 'he did it' - and tells him 'Stay with it,' to which the narrator answers 'I will.'