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On a  roll

for putting 

myself down

can’t be blown 

away like Rimbaud

can’t see thru

Henry Miller

cosmogonical eyes

can’t drink

with Bukowski

or F Scott

it’s just me

here tonight

facing the anger

of the dark

and cowering

fearful of 

the full moon

Pound is esoteric

and Baudelaire

is bleary eyed

My eyes can not

focus on Blake or Shelley

and my heart

is shamed

with guilty conscience

never did

get Finnegan’s Wake

never did

ever both learning

how to write

always thought

it would just

come naturally

and, of course,

it never did.