Thinking my mention of itCaused the figure to change
I announce to the program
We're up to 95K today
This is I who blurts stuff out
But who also only tells
What he wants to tell
In the portrait I gaze out
From that remote place
Where I in fact sit now
Where I can be glimpsed
By a reader or stared at
By any Tom Dick or Harry
Of what am I so sure
Except this traveling band
As it were of stuff to say
Which I call myself
Connected to a somatic
Series of sensations, posture, etc
And to my breathing
The band is language
Or maybe languaged
Also I have heroes
This afternoon Beckett
His 13 texts to nothing
This morning Josh White
With his Evil Hearted Me
Actually that phantom in the photo
Feels less me than White
I can be Beckett but not
When he's being sexist-coarse
Because of my mother's persona
And concern about my father
Great slobbering animal
She should have known
What real white trash are like
Who left the fucken gate open
Who's walking around out there
I can stop anywhere I can't
Hello my name is
Doc Tim or Mary