Hey, I think

I’m beginning to emerge

as an American antihero

I mean, Dostoevski

wrote Notes from Underground

Nietzsche had a warped Superman

& the Romantics with

their delusion of grandeur.

Hamsun ate his own flesh

And me, I pose no threat

of transcendence

I wallow specifically

in the bowels of society

I echo Babbitt

with all the pretense in tact

I couldn’t save myself

much less the world

I smoke dope in moderation

& the stench of cheap cigars

permeate the air

stale beer and dirty clothes

utter inability

to rise above the decay

I wallow in it

& even act happy


This is what you see

This is what you get.




Author's Notes/Comments: 

my literary delusions have survived many moons and show no signs of abating.

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allets's picture

U R Altering

my parameters for what is poetry and what is poetry plus. U touch something in all of us that makes us jump up and down yelling, that's it. That's what I meant! Stop it. I'm changing. - :) This poem reminds me of Daniel-59 - check out decoupage - stale cigars and all. I think you would have liked him. I helped him get a poem published in Stars and Stripes - he was a vet. - slc



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great,  I'll be sure to check

great,  I'll be sure to check it out.  thanks for the recommendation