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Oh, for a pen, paper, flask of brandy,
and a comfortable place to meditate
I could write and compose for all to behold.
To be remembered in posterity;
but not for my poems, nor for my prose;
but instead, for my audacity.
And as far as my avatar is concerned:
I found Him at dusk along the railroad tracks.
A little green lizard lying on top of Him,
that seemingly assumed invisibility
when it took notice of me.
I stood Him up at the end of my street
to give Him dignity.
Two days later was a little lizard on my steps;
lying watchfully, intently studying me,
then it assumed invisibility.
Since then that lizard is nowhere to be seen,
as its master yearns southward bound—
awaiting nightfall, it would seem,
compelled to stalk unceasingly.
Could it be the Jersey Devil
I aroused so unwittingly?