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Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Everybody Loves February

It has been a very cruel season for many of my loved ones who have lost parents to the ultimate equalizer: death. There is much mourning these dark winter days. My heartfelt condolences to all those who have lost someone dear these first few weeks of 2014.

I know I have set myself a tough row to hoe when I indulge in poetry while continuing my less than artistic efforts as a civil servant. I am no Melville. Though the romantic notion that my work will be discovered for the brilliance that it is after I am long gone once captured my imagination. Yet now, to me, it is a vain and shallow pursuit. My work is my work. I do it as I go mad, not to stave off madness, for madness is in us all and we are on our way there to one degree or another. And as Shakespeare so aptly put it "Madness in great ones must not unwatched go..." but madness in the mediocre is common place. Cliche almost. That being said I put up a work in progress. Seldom do we get to see the poets process. This is a very raw free write. Thank you for your time and patience.

Outlived My Uselessness

Was a latchkey kid
Baby sat by the T- vid
Tutored by the radio radio
Radio first love you know
Listened to the Beatles 
Sitting in a tree
With cousin Brucie

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Tested anything 
Tasted Everything
Went dumpster diving
Roof walking
Truth talking
With a trans perverse
Universal street hoe
Led Zeppelin
In the first row
All the shit I
Didn't know
With the Pink Floyd
Elton John
On steroids show

Springsteen on Thanksgiving
Seeger in my dreams
Woodie Guthrie on steam 
Yes, Tull and ELP
At Bob Dylan I fell asleep
Deaf dumb and blind
Inside my mind
Who taught me to be free

Crispus Attucks and Dr King 
Let Freedom Ring
Of thee I sing
Up on my knees
Lord hear my pleas
Don't with your
Beauty tease 
Me with welfare cheese
Leave me my dignity
Let me with wise eyes see
Who taught me To be free
Hear what I listen to hear
My courage conquer my
Telling it on the mountain clear
My voice tremble through my tears
Raise a glass with my peers
Have a few Kelso beers
Remembering James Baldwin

Jumping down the
Fire escapes
Running wild though
The trauma scrapes
Dropping acid on the
Taking hash
With the 
Wasted cash
Dancing naked
With a fresh stash 
In the rain
Soaking in all the water
From the drain
Staying up
To listen to the birdies sing 
feeling at home 
In the graveyards 

Perpetration of a heist
Hijacking your attention
An extension of my intention
Of interjection in your direction
The accumulation of frustration
Pointed in all directions
Regardless of introspection
Rejecting your rejection
Diseased with your infection

You cannot shut me out
I am what you are all about
Rough hewn and unshorn
My body will never be tame
Brooks Brothers will never hang
The same on my frame
Disheveled but cool deranged

I lived so long
Loved no wrong
Wronged no love
Risen above
the towering stink of hypocrisy 
Asked corruption to marry me
Calling its intrinsic bluff
In an effort to rebuff
And throw away the bad
And live purer with
The other half

Sinking stinking
Slinking low
Gotta go
I know 
Change is the game
Nothing stays the
Same faster then
The speed of light
Day passes night
In flight
And fights
With sight
Might making right
Of an America
Constantly in search 
Of itself
On the shifting sands 
Of itself
Of eternity of itself
Not ever finding 
Elusive America
Dragon country
Of permutations
Of ammunition
For contrition

No career path
No good with that math
The infinity of the last laugh
Spent my very last sigh
On your good bye
I have lived so long
Gotten all the past wrong
Now I have a new song
Sober as the land is long
Staying up to here
The birds sing
Watching the dawn
In russet mantel
Best messed with
The rest
Unless, unless
I have finally 
Out lived

My uselessness 

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