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
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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
Fear
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
Cobain
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
Undiscovered
Dragon country
Of permutations
Constellations
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
Dressed
Best messed with
The rest
Unless, unless
I have finally
Out lived
My uselessness
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