in the backyard incinerator,
was that humility or arrogance?
was that humility or arrogance?
Must be one or the other,
right? Didn’t put them in an incubator;
didn’t hang them on the fence.
right? Didn’t put them in an incubator;
didn’t hang them on the fence.
Poetry’s how I discovered what
lonliness meant.
It taught me to be a stealth-prevaricator.
I had the arrogance
It taught me to be a stealth-prevaricator.
I had the arrogance
to sit cross-legged in a tent,
black fez on my head, provoking riots (not)
with ill-fledged poems.
black fez on my head, provoking riots (not)
with ill-fledged poems.
No wonder I threw them out!
I wanted to be a fornicator,
but I was bound by cold arrogance
I wanted to be a fornicator,
but I was bound by cold arrogance
never to approach another from
the front.
In truth, I was just a bottom-feeder.
When I burned my poems every month,
it wasn’t humility at all, but arrogance.
In truth, I was just a bottom-feeder.
When I burned my poems every month,
it wasn’t humility at all, but arrogance.
