Absolute Cliches*

Absolute Cliches

With a twist

Absolute Power corrupts

Absolutely

Great men

Have great flaws

Yesterday I stood

In obliquely slanted forest light

On mottled ground.

Alone, I pissed away some fluids;

Aiming at a tree base

Creating an erosion hole

In the soft, loose earth.

I have left my mark on the world.

Nothing left to prove

All that’s left

Is freedom.