Campe

Often when I sit alone
add, subtract, and multiply
years to come and ask myself
will it be enough?

To live like the doctor
ginsberg, kerouac
think to myself
who wants to live like Jack?

fast and hard
life sans lard
to fill it like them - visceral, eviscerate
would it be enough?

and to look back
beaming eyes thin
bones saggy hearts
rotten livers

sage and fool
time make the mind
consume the fruit, leave the rind

can I find the time
to touch and take
give, create?