It is said—the most generous
and
philanthropic
of bards—knows not
only how to inhabit
deeply—
his own stubborn
and unique brand of poetry,
but also—how difficult it can be
to die selfishly
at just the right time—
as a sign
onto you;
having seen
and heard
and tasted—and imbibed
so much
of the raw life
flowing
in from outside—that he's certain
that true putrid selfishness—
is necessary
for success.
And furthermore—that death
takes a whole lot of
practice
practically nightly; that is—if one
is actually
hoping he might—
continue
to live
long enough to tell you
guys all
about it—over eggs in the morning.
