I am not the hero of my own life by [Alex Norelli]

I am the unsympathetic villain

a thirty year old boy
still dreaming

a tree
thrice felled
re-growing from a stump
in the graveyard

more stubborn than
a cross
I’m a frog yearning
for a fly thick swamp

an empty bus
with a flat
languishing
on some rutted front lawn

one of those underdogs that had a day
that’s passed,

long-shot odds and
his stubbornness
all he has
left

-- Alex Norelli