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