Is this what you want, a man of your time?

Is this what you want, a man of your time?

I’ll destroy everything I’ve written.
Let the geniuses have at it instead.
There are so many geniuses I’ll destroy my subhuman work,
And abide with “the little Hamlets”
To be had in vodka and wild conversation.
Let unsturdy lessons kill me off.
Is this what you want, a man of your time?
Do you want a man of your time?


Anatol Cordua © 2017