Sunday, November 18, 1984

Forgotten Title

Don't be fooled. I'm brain dead, 
have been for years.
No one believes me.
I feign this cleverness,
and share cute quips for laughs--
I keep a pocket full of
polysyllabics on standby
just in case...

I can intellectualize with park people,
bag ladies and junkies are fun, easy prey.
I stir the workings of indoctrinated minds
with rhetoric. I play the games people play--
and know that they're Eric Berne's.

But it's all leftovers and illusion,
eluding alluded flighty bits
from a meager, forgettable past.
I'm a farce, a fake, the impostor in your midst.
Don't listen! Find my jacket, tie it tight!

-dp-
11-18-85

Tacklebarn Press- 2025

Don't be fooled-- I'm brain dead, 
have been for years.
No one believes me.
I feign cleverness,
share cute quips for laughs--
keep a pocket full of
polysyllabics on standby.

I can intellectualize with park people,
bag ladies and junkies are easy prey.
I stir the workings of indoctrinated minds
with rhetoric. I play the games people play--
and know that they're Eric Berne's.

But it's all leftovers and illusion,
eluding alluded flighty bits
from my meager, forgettable past.
A farce, a fake, an imposter in your midst.
Don't listen! Get your gun and aim high!

1 comment:

Sharon said...

Please continue being brain dead. Otherwise, your cute quips might become erudite nonsense, and bag ladies like me might not talk to you.