The man
who sticks to his plan will become what he used to want
to be.
– James
Richardson, Vectors: Aphorisms and Ten Second
Essays
The man I thought I ought to ape,
who led me to this bedsit land,
sticks close to me now, cap in hand,
to claim his tithe. I must escape
his ever-present, gloomy face.
Plan B. Seems like the kind old moon
will help me out. His quarters soon
become my temporary base.
“What talents do you have to show?”
he asks. I tell him: “Not a penny.
Used to be someone. Years ago.”
To which he says: “You’ve got what many
want. You’ll settle down and grow
to be as big a shot as any.”
Duncan Gillies MacLaurin
If you have any comments on this poem, Duncan Gillies MacLaurin
would be pleased to hear from you.
