the platitudes of willful resemblance

je suis beau!
I am a revolutionary
je suis beau!
I hear the morning song
     of morning song birds.
je suis beau!
drinking coffee black
but not in coffee shops
     where the coffeehouse
     revolutionaries sit and talk
     and talk and drink coffee
     starting no revolutions.
je suis beau!
on the front steps on the
     art institute
je suis beau!
driving to gas stations
je suis beau!
in the fruit supermarkets
je suis beau!

… unfinished  – Hoc Scripsi