He went to good schools, and got
bad grades and he never quite saw
the potential his teachers spoke of.
He grew into his manhood with that same
unsure attitude, that same uncertainty,
that same instability, those same shakey
legs that carried around bad grades
like dirty laundry.
He went to good schools, and ate bad lunches
and now in his shakey manhood he liked
sketching his encounters with a mad world.
Piecing together odd photographs with words
studied from...