The Group Experience (Poem)

Once again I find myself

A renitent gadfly, with a rebarbative voice.

Familiar but tiresome,

And I am loath to continue this charade.

I am no Ariadne in these times.

Indeed, should I be compared to anyone,

Give me the name of Cassandra.

I discomfit and discomfort

While being seen as caviling.

Let me go my solitary way.

I’ll soon be crying out for Charon anyway.