Autobiography

after Jim Carroll

i am not some meddling Iago
i am not the end of Jackson Pollack
i am not Ozzy Osborne
eating heads off of bats
i am not a farmer’s daughter fantasy
i am not laying back in
an opium den in 1864 Nevada
i am not a chthonic god
wielding a four foot scythe
i am not John Walker Lindh
at one with desert deity
i am not a criminal mastermind with honor
i am not kidnapped by Patty Hurst
changing again the sum of my convictions