nobody

there is no

autonomous Self

only a puking

of thoughts, feelings

sensations, visions

arising within a field

of watchfulness

why did no one 

ever tell me this?

not my father

nor a teacher in grade school

in college, no lovers

or friends, or enemies

not a stranger

or hapless walk-in

ever even hinted

instead, nodded 

when I said, "I'm Marc"

answered their questions

about "me"

colluded to reinforce

this notion

that I exist

as the secret

to all happiness lies

in being 

no one

boy, is this nobody

pissed