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Cultivating My Eccentricities

When I was a young man
staggering on the edge
of academia
dismayed by
its effete indulgences
its tepid passions
I renounced it all
like some backwards ascetic.

I married,
sang and obsessed my way
through my thirties, my forties,
wrote little;

submerging myself
into a sort of self made
artless angst
that no one else knew about.

Now,
many years later,
settled by the sea
with no pressure
no responsibilities.
I’m cultivating my eccentricities;

Come back to
this lowly enterprise
of crafting words.

Waking in the morning
with a more perfect phrase
burning
inside my head.

Trying to find
a true vernacular
for what I see.