A Poet's Biography At The Age Of 54 (A Fragment) Poem by Leon Moon

I had a rabid thirst for spit, gum and dirt
And became acutely deranged with knowledge.
I gnawed bricks and concrete, pinched at galaxies
And resuscitated hearts in my own design;
Like a pious goat, dissolute and blind
I pounced at all life, praised all that I could find
Dead or alive. - My svelte was distorted by Satan's void,
French bucolic! Dull sperm of the holy one! The lost one!
Suddenly, and again, I became fascinated by Aztec trade
That of chocolate gold and souls,
Not only could I count to 18, I could forget to too.