BAD FATE

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    BAD FATE
    BAD FATE

    Bad fate
    follows me like a razor
    cutting the beard off my face
    at bad angles
    leaving my jowels stripped

    I accidentally sent
    the other day
    ironic email memos
    to the subject of my irony
    instead of the intended recipient
    He worked for the secret police
    I had told of his scandals
    and held him up to ridicule

    What sort of fate
    is attached to my forefinger.
    What drives these errors?
    How deadly these coincidences may become
    I have no idea

    I ask the Kosmos
    To better inspire my words
    But there is some trick to all this
    Still – I can take a hint

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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