I am the Apostle

left out from the Last Supper,

One of Garibaldi’s men

too late to the rock of Quarto

I am the Messiah

of a religion with no believers

 

I am the excluded, the outsider, the damned who won’t surrender.

 

I am the main character

who dies on the first page

The stray and mangy cat

no old lady wants to pet

I am the rabid beast

that bites the hand that feeds it

 

I am the excluded, the outsider, the damned in eternity

 

I am the unexpected wave

stealing towels and radios

The misunderstanding

making couples fight

I am the devil

dodging Luther’s inkpot

The reel of film that snaps

Before the final scene.

 

I am the excluded, the outsider, a hammer in the brain 

 

I am the pinball that’s swallowed

one point shy of the record

The  goal scored against myself

before the clock runs out

The kid making faces

at his mother’s slaps

I am the fear of the grass

about to be cut

 

I am the excluded the outsider, this page torn out…