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Beyond the Pale
Its not just a matter
of being disappointed
its having been anointed
for a greatness
I can't achieve
I am just a man
no monkey glands
no great plan
awaits me
I just stumble
bumble
grouchy voice
like grandpa
looking for his glasses
bathrobe hanging loose
my teeth
not quite where
they used to be
I flee
from dreams of youth
long of missing tooth
finding ease
avoiding disease
reading the back
of cereal boxes
no poxes
the locks on my doors
are useless
my old Clark Kent life
Superman strife
behind me
I gripe
about other men
on this Daily Planet
riding in cars
drinking in bars
but, mostly I shuffle
watching news on TV
turned off with a switch
framed in a box
no more rocks
breaking my glass heart
I have perfected
the art
of being nothing.
© Farrell Dyde
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