Not Famous, But Alive, Not Free But Acceptable. Poem by RIC BASTASA

to be honest
i like richard brautigan's poems.
i love the way he sounds
and the images are just as perfect
as heaven (i pretend i have
seen it)
but in my time, i cannot be
richard brautigan. I cannot even
say orally that i love his poems.
i am simply out of date
and out of place, and if i have to
confess that i want his poems and
would want to write one like it,
i feel that like Kafka i may soon
become another cock
roach,
or an ostrich, sounding like
i may be ostra
cized for good, so i remain this self.

not famous, but alive,
not free but acceptable.