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Many days I’m self-critical,
of myself, who else
And there’s no-accounting
for my tastes, either
I’m a creative-yoyo, sitting
on-my-shelf
Who retreats into a shell,
wherein I dwell, by myself
& for the peccadilloes of irate,
but tolerant, creatures
I never wanted to be a so-
called ‘everyday’ person
Like those who climb church-
steeples to meet other
funamboulistic people
— Ray Laccetti
May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 10:12 AM UTC
LIVE-WIRE
Many days I’m self-critical,
of myself, who else
And there’s no-accounting
for my tastes, either
I’m a creative-yoyo, sitting
on-my-shelf
Who retreats into a shell,
wherein I dwell, by myself
& for the peccadilloes of irate,
but tolerant, creatures
I never wanted to be a so-
called ‘everyday’ person
Like those who climb church-
steeples to meet other
funamboulistic people
— Ray Laccetti
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