Poem-A-Day: Day 120

Autobiography of Nobody in Particular

autobiographical anonymous
man with two eyes
just the same as everyman
killing time with ironic murderous hands
ticking, tickling, talking
about what was
and has to be,
“come and take a walk on the wild side”
he says blandly to himself
as if some misbegotten shred of dignity
gave a damn, fuck, or shit,
because it didn’t seem to materialize
until he finally let it sink in,
slowly…
in a counterclockwise motion
circling down through iris, pupils
looking on in blank amazement
at the washed out face
staring in infinity,
taken canonically
down lucidity lane.