I am am not

I am Hemingway

In my mind

At the bottom of

A stagnant ocean of fleeting frivolity

And joy

 

I am Bukowski

In the morn'

A stale breath

Emanations of contempt

Tobacco and cynicism

 

I am Thoreau

As a child

Alone

Thinking of the great mystery

That is life

 

I am me

Through and through

All the days

And all the nights

It must suffice