James Dean, NYC, 1955 photo by: Dennis Stock
No
I‘ll not listen
not be shackled
not be handled
not be ruled
I’ll not be managed
nor be played
manipulated
or be fooled
you sure as hell
will not tell
me
who
what
where
when
how
or why
what you offer
I’m not taking
your extended hand
I am not shaking
the world I walk
is of my making
I will not have it
any other way
I am a man
of my own mind
and I will live
as my own man
all I really want to be
movin’ fast
and movin’ free
James Dean’s wrecked ‘55 Porsche
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rob kistner © 2022
Poetry at: The Sunday Muse