i’m not the one they think i am.
i’m often much too lost
And far too small to be
But someone futile
Stuck unending in a
Carbon-copied plan to measure up,
A mess of patched-up remnants
And of past regrets repeated
In some hackneyed phrase.

i’m platitudes and work days.

A philistine, and preaching
Faith for stalemates to a
Choir of last-picked self
Indulgence culminating in
The scratched-up plate of plastic
For the frame whose JC Penny
Everyman subject
Just smiles and waves
And says “not quite.”

i’m not a fighter,
But for acquiescence sake
i ‘spose i could be.

#Amsterdam #Netherlands

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