Don’t Ask Me Who I Am

dont ask me who i am, i

wont tell you, cant

& dont put your goddamn con–

descending paws around

me for the sake of

“existential brotherhood”

no words mean, thats why…

no words mean standing on a corner

in another world

no words mean…

(Someone falling

to his heart in filth)

or become because i wont become

(Rats rounding corners

like locomotives)

what you think i am

the only open door

is the door to man

James A. Randall Jr.

 

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