Sometimes I think of myself
as a digital cock-roach,
though perhaps it's wishful thinking
In some ways small, dark and twisted
(more than it seems;)
I have nonetheless animal resilience...
and common sense
I'm diverse in experience and ideas:
I have a genuine love for the latter,
but at the end of the day
I'm two-faced and pragmatic:
the psychotic product of a psychotic society
Though I dream of
scholarly hippie utopias,
I can be cautious, hedged,
hard-shelled, conservative
My world is not pleasant or opulent:
I eat and toke what I can find,
take cigarettes and coffee
if I find nothing else
I take most of my action
behind a key-board,
and don't think too much
about my flaws or hypocrisy :
a vile and disgusting animal, really
But I'm quiet, non-confrontational,
aware of my mortality,
perfectly willing to share the world
with the larger, more sophisticated creatures
And, anyway,
I'm hard to kill...
my writings and ideas
far more so
