Fredric Koeppel ~ Three Poems • Bareknuckle Poet
The Vanity of Self-Loathing Exhausted by a discontent disguised as modesty, I dream that I am Achilles, hero who thinks too much. Confined to our anchorage of dust, we fix small pinions to large claims and call innocence what we have lost. Then the dream of a woman sitting in a restaurant, naked, save for more »