This is another self-portrait.
I'm actually alive still in this one.
"So-and-so."
"I see myself clearly--
poured into tight pants and later
undressed, save that I'm stranded
in a necklace of closing time.
Drinking chaperoned by the cosmos one dog day and night.
Arguing that spirit, as much as any body,
is severely limited in its emotion.
The will is not free, is what a friend said after my breakdown,
but gets it up faster than a porn star."