Napoleon

Napoleon

Napoleon, I’m broke.
I see you on the other side
of the street,
I cash in.
Napoleon I’m alone, so alone
yet you blunder to glory,
I enter the code on the side
of the macaroni box,
loathe the lottery.
Napoleon, Napoleon
I see you in the supermarket
like Ginsberg sees Whitman –
I sleep in the same bed of
green grass I was
raised on; I see the same sky
- different clouds