Heroes?
Where have all the heroes gone?
Why have they disappeared,
under next door's venetian blinds?
I embellish my ego
to look further afield.
Then psychoanalyse the chapters
of fluid history
in literature, art and sound
under piles of broken record.
Then jumping on brown grass
I catch flies on sensitive tongue
gurus sometimes talking to me.
Maybe I am the famous one?
Where have all the heroes gone?
Will they move the blind tonight?
