DELUSIONS OF GRANDEUR

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MEANDERTHAL MAN

 

I didn’t get

stoned enough

 listening to Bukowski

doing a reading

 

and I toke

on a bowl of green

and contemplate

burning a bidi

 

and I imagine myself

being a bigtime poet

and I visualize myself

prancing before

the pretty college girls

 

and I imagine their adoring looks

knowing I always

hit well in this park

 

and I think

of the accolades

and the glory

 

Oh, it could be so sweet

if I only make it so

with these words

I pass off as verse

 

go into work

avoid the churches

and hit a brewpub or two

along the way

 

sip that beer;

toke that bowl;

listen to the music as it plays

 

my fame is a joke

I sit alone

in a dirty room

 

with beer

and cheap incense

burning; lightly

filling up the air

 

the fantasies

don’t translate well

into reality

 

the paycheck

& the credit cards

don’t fill me up

with very much awe

 

It’s just a bit more

of the same thing

as another night

rolls into another night

 

morning will rise

before I’m ready

It seems some things

never change with time

 

just not the ones

that you want to be

still the same

 

 

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