I was born into be on the edge of things
Between the lines of demarcation
On the borders between professions
One minute more
I would have been a radio announcer
a minute less a doctor
Yet I was neither born a minute less
nor a minute more
I was born ten minutes off
between the actor
and therapist
between lover
and Priest
a dreamer
almost touching
the business world
a deadbeat boxer
an off key musician
a blurred artist
finally
settling to be
a poet without ears
Only in the next world
did I discover
I was meant to be a gangster
a godfather
on the Eastside
a wonderful murderer
without neurosis