saturday night  

wide awake 

eliot told us bad poets imitate

good poet steal 

it's one of those nights 

i wish i was someone else 

a different person who had my name 

a consciousness too aware 

of its own silliness 

& self importance like a creature 

in the phrase of nicanor parra 

neither stupid nor smart 

an angel made of sausage 

& ripe for the eating

i am what i am said popeye 

& too goofy to know the difference