ON A ROLL

 

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.

 

 

 

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