what even dude?(biddy drunk) - Michael Cornell

“we all have our masterpiece” he said
what a man, if a man is such a thing
charismatic enigmatic dichromatic thing

he spoke, even his stumbles seems scripted
to focus my attention on his humanism
he was a man

soon to be an idea
i was impressed, to say the least
impressed upon by the intoxication and his clarification
he showed me a poet
just
another man speaking to us men
about his life
or whatever he thought that thing may be

this was new to men i suppose,so i assumed the pose
the apt rapt pupil
prepared
for what

soon, however,
my mind wandered, to quotations of the elders
“if you have to ask, you will never know”
to which i responded

I will know!
on my dying day with my dying breath i will declare it,
i will shout into the winds, rend unto the mountains
this is my masterpiece!
this is my life
as a work it is complete
even if in ruin

after all it was all planned.

after all it was art

an opus of infinite years having come and gone
i swore it, i would know, as if begging some deity
for strength or some other unquantifiable integer
i needed external support

good thing i had only faith in my american spirits
and myself