It is disastrous to be a wounded deer.
I'm the most wounded, wolves stalk,
and I have my failures too.
My flesh is caught on the Inevitable Hook!
As a child I saw many things I did not want to be.
Am I the person I did not want to be?
The talks to himself person?
That neighbors-make-fun-of-person?
Am I he who, on museum steps, sleeps on his side?
Do I wear the cloth of a man who has failed?
Am I the looney man?
In the great serenade of things,
am I the most cancelled passage?
by Gregory Corso (my favorite man with constantly crooked glasses)
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