Please
i am an ordinary man
my shadow fears darkness
my lungs are filled with adiposity of despair
like a hound without its woof
please
i am an ordinary man
i am a wanderer of foresight
a troughlike shell filled with garbage and
drown joy, hunted
source
source
please
i am an ordinary man
who has wings but have been clipped thrice
and my belly-flopped with silver sword
and stripped twice of dignity
please
i am an ordinary man
i have no master nor pilgrim
this spherical earth experiences no revolution or change
for both richer nor poorer
please
i am an ordinary man
existing by breath only
i inscribe by words and wax with tenderness
it is all i have known to the end of time
