Thinking of Kenneth Koch
I am a sad man do you understand?
Seeing I was blind and on vacation
A man climbed a palm tree
And brought me a coconut
But handing it over
He warned me to beware
Of the devil–do you
Understand? People
The world over
Think the blind are possessed.
I’m guessing this
Doesn’t happen to you.
You bend to the pavement
Pick up pennies,
Write your name
On park benches
Or better yet
Someone else’s name.
In general it’s a good day
When they don’t call you a monster
Or a friend of one.
Planet of the Blind 