Individualized by Default

I am not who I had hoped to be
At any point, nor am I, apparently,
Who anybody had hoped I'd be.
Observed, of course, yet never seen,
And never curbed, except, of course,
By fears within, which came from
Where? I dare not ask. I occupy
The no-man's land between the
Blandly awful, but secure, the
Shaven junior grandee of the suburbs,
With his lawn and kids, his barbecue,
And evening news, and smug
Awareness that he is almost exactly
As his neighbors are, and all of those
Who they are not, the dark and scary,
Poor and strange, the ones who lead
The marches for what never comes.
Not the anchor or the motor, I am in
The hold, afloat, adrift, a cargo borne
By others, not at all who I had hoped
To be.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-04-04 at 13:57

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