"...I was a song
I was a dick
but time passed long ago
beyond my laughingstock

I greet you
There’s nothing more to add
I tried and I try
to stop going crazy

I followed the path
from chaos to art
My dick was the horse
my life was the cart

I returned to my desk
(at the end of the line)
a bee in my chest
a snake in my spine

The silverware shines
that my mother left me
when she died
satisfied and bereft

My leash is too long
I think I’m free
I would throw myself on the young
but I’m sixty-three years old