Professional Human Being

… or metacommentary.

I don’t consider this a great poem in my modest oeuvre, but fun.  A simple conceit, if you will. I remember it was one of the poems I  read at my first open poetry reading, I believe at the Catholic Student Center in Austin, early ’70s.  It was then I met some of my first poet friends.  Jeff Woodruff in particular, said he like my poems, which was enough encouragement to get me going.