The world becomes another
story. I see nothing so clearly
as myself, and that
smudged. The mirror I took
for a wife has run off
with my eyes. I stuffed
the sockets with newspapers,
I ate the radio, I became
a headline, inappropriately
handsome, for the facts of my
life. Read between the lines;
I am the obituary for the sports
page  I am the coffee break
and the broken bones of time—
once free, now tamed to meaning,
pacing the human cage, wall
to infinite wall; a prisoner
of space, no less; no more.