Second-hand Lives

Anger & resentment will
fuel my aging frame's limping skill

Forever Young shades embrace
my doubting Thomas in rage, rage
against the goodnight light

I will rant & rave over the slope
where Guy Debord slowly dug
his sodden grave

I may fall down sober on the cot
where Walter Benjamin
took his forceful swift poison

I will thrive where I arrive--
Nowhere Man
scattered to the winds
where the sky burns in welcome