Yeah, fuckin’ famous!
I’ve recently written
A number of
“Famous poet” pieces about myself.
Fantasies in which
I refuse great prizes.
Or I stand, proud and towering
Over the groveling
Masses of lesser talents
All staring up at me
In abject admiration,
Love even…
Hysterical devotion even…
I don’t think anyone will
Ever read any of these poems.
Which is more
Than a little
Fine by me.
In truth, they needn’t
Read this one either;
It may not be
My very best work.
*“Even when you are being an egomaniac, you berate yourself for it. Who wouldn’t find that charming?”
Tom Anderson, mentor & pal in re to one of my new poems.
