Song of
my Self if not Reliance.
My opinions and commentary are
biased, prejudiced, self-serving—
self-incriminating,
self-revealing:
how could
it be other wise?
Selfies is
what they are. Song of my
self. Look
at me —see what I see, say,
think—so
as to be a part. Apart. too.
Liked,
really liked goes with out saying.
“Let’s
get naked,” my students would
urge in
class—couple decades ago when
naked was
cool and a horde of ladies
would streak
through the campus time
after time.
School in Europe
is called
gymnasium:
“naked training.”
Cover-up
if not denial makes common
sense. Who loves apocalypse now or
never?
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