Like Me: Really Like Me
I
may be old, but I’m immature.
I
want to be good without the bad
it
takes.
Without hurting any body.
their
feelings,
expectations. No
foolishness. Errors. Fault. Flaw.
Mess.
Muddle. Doubt. Fear.
Anxiety.
Hate.
Envy. Narcissism.
Solipsism. Xenophobia (racism).
Slack
goldbricking
procrastication.
Failing
to
listen attentively without
formulating
my
own defense,
offense:
assuming
too much,
reducing
too
much, over simplifying,
over
stating. Lost in my
own
metaforce,
bias,
belief, prejudice,
conviction. My reputation: at
stake.
Mission
Impossible
From
God of course. Fear
&
Trembling
by
virtue of the
absurd.
Can’t
say it in public
without profanation. How else
be
so insensitive to
others,
socio- pathetic, ignoring
frontiers
known
and unknown,
crossing
across
in bounds &
leaps,
fearless
transgression
of convention and protocol,
culture
and
custom: loving
the
enemy, suffering in
translation.
To die for.
(Trespassers
Will)
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