AUTOPSYCHOGRAPHIA

after Fernando Pessoa

Poets are fakers

Whose faking is so real

They even fake the pain

They truly feel

And for those of us so well read

Those read pains feel O, so swell

Not the poets’ double header

But the not of the neither

And so the wheels go whack

Ensnaring our logical part

In the train wreck

Called the human heart

1 April 1931