This is one who would
Conquer
The fever
And the world outside.
With this he took a stride
Across his hall bedroom,
Faced the broken glass
And into the mirror sighed,
Such was
I.
Now am
I
to become
This singular juxtaposition
Between the man
And his decision
Am
I
history, or am
I
a plot?
Or such was his reflexion
For
He was not interested
In
Art
Or politics
Or women
Or even getting ahead,
I have said
He
Wa.!5
a minor character
And his misery
Was not Alpine,
But extremely particular,
Was he history, or was he not?
THIS WAY TO PITY
On the way to your house
I was followed by a bear, a rhinoceros,
And a pigeon. All of them yellow
