Harold Norse Poems
|1.||To Mohammed On Our Journeys||5/16/2011|
|2.||Island Of Giglio||5/16/2011|
|4.||The Business Of Poetry||5/16/2011|
|5.||Classic Frieze In A Garage||5/16/2011|
|7.||At The Cafe Trieste||5/16/2011|
|8.||I Am Not A Man||10/4/2005|
I Am Not A Man
I am not a man. I can’t earn a living, buy new things for my family. I have acne and a small peter.
I am not a man. I don’t like football, boxing and cars. I like to express my feelings. I even like to put my arm around my friend’s shoulder.
I am not a man. I won’t play the role assigned to me – the role created by Madison Avenue, Playboy, Hollywood and Oliver Cromwell. Television does not dictate my behavior.
I am not a man. Once when I shot a squirrel I swore that I would never kill again. I gave up meat. The sight of blood makes me sick. I like flowers.
I am not...