for the foxes, the defamers, the tap dancers, and the dreamers of ballet–

don’t feel sorry for me
for I am a competent being
I am a kind being.

be sorry for the others
who
fidget
complain

who
constantly
rearrange their
lives
like
furniture

juggling mates
and
attitudes

the malady of their
confusion is
constant

and it will
touch
whoever they
deal with.

beware of these:
one of their
key words is
“love”.

beware those
who are
always talking about
love.

beware those
who take their
Instructions from some
Ultimate Being

for they have
failed to
formulate upon
the results
of the experiment
of
living their own
lives.

don’t feel sorry for me
because I am alone
in multitudes of
Humanity

for even
in the most terrible
moments
humour
seems to arrive
as my
companion.

I am a dog walking
backwards

I am a broken
banjo

I am a telephone wire
in
Toledo, Ohio

I am a man
pouring a drink
this night
in this month of
September.

put your sorrow by
your pabulum:
they say
water held up
Christ:
to chance on
through
you better be
nearly as
lucky.

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