5.4.07

"it happens that way"

i could say anything
and i can’t say much.

the thing i knew was
i knew very little of
that life everyone talked
about and to sum things up
- of course, in my regard -
i read Charles Bukowski
(when the rest hated him,
even trying to be like him)
after trying to lift Pound -
and even Mr. Shakespeare
with total foul perspective.

and i was this young believer
pretending to look very old
with not much to believe in
and so much to do, or else go,
doing so little, despite what
i kept telling myself in front
of this crazy broken mirror:
that we’re all what we forgot.