There's a lunatic in my mirror.

The irony of writing poetry,
  when life's a comic book...

Confucius Says but does he also do as he says

the picture in the paper, all that's left to remember

to be what is
what may for
now knowing
lowing going
rowing through
hazy lilacs to rip
                to drip
apart time as whatever
lever
sun
young
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nudenudenudenude
nudenudenudenu­de
nudenudenudenude
nudenudenudenude

I tried to be human once
Though tis it didst not work out!!