(12 February 1923 - 3 September 2003 / New York City, New York)

Untitled Poem - Ii

Speciously individual
like a solid piece of spit
floating in a cuspidor
I dream of free bravery
but am a social being.
I should do something
to get out of here
but float around in the culture
wondering what it will grow.

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