As a boy, manhood stalked me
like a tiger…shadowy and fierce his approach
and short-lived the chase before I went down–
glassy eyes bulging and throat silent–
beneath the violent overthrow of youth’s reign.
The cruel ordeal left me ravaged, unsure…thirsty.
I awake now (when I do awaken)
in an office full of books.
I have eaten all their pages and licked all their spines.
I have taken all their medicine…
but my dreams still bleed
and I wonder if I shall ever enjoy being a man
before I am very old.
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