Did I mention there is no more “death for the living” left for you? You’ve gone through your
options. Tried on all the nuances of American freedom. So this next bit will be
challenging
Real
Life vs. Death
You vs. You
A long time vs. 25 years
Beauty vs. Beauty
Participate vs. Disappear for real
9/11 vs. 1994
Walk vs. run
Lies vs. truth
Water vs. wine
You’ve got to gather all your parts boy
And burn them to create a moment of wholeness
And make a decision while within
What does it feel like this light
Is it worth it
What will I do if
Tomorrow this pile I built
Falls, just falls apart
into ash
Did I mention
There is no death fit for you
One taste and you jumped the gun
Went beyond the one life the you were born to live
Though an agony of time drags you from behind
Often never forward from back
Because you sit outside everything
that is not you the basic earth itself and you
you’re caught in a liminal lane between what is and what’s
not
between war and war
If you go to that
party its for the love of smoking cigarettes
Such company among others gives many a folk enough reason to
why sit in the pee-warm shallows of 2013 looking for
marriage and jobs
Smoke because modernity disappoints now on the surface of
skin
It used to take longer for our collective lies to percolate
It used to be subtler than happiness
Hate the pigeons and rats for the truth they reflect back
Hate the mirror and the face that lies within
If I go to that party it is because ill come back home
trashed
And get to begin the return to integrity
Use the hangover as a useful distance
with what I can again become in just a few short days
of gym time, celibacy, raw vegan food, no sugar, no gluten
A worthy complexion always forms after punishment
A worthy distraction is that which can occupy time
without us needing to
without us needing to
A white man looking in the mirror cannot but hope to always
exist
Guilt and shame are temptation’s toys
If I go to this party it is because I got sick in the museum
my mind
Walking its predictable hallways
I lost my voice after calling out what I find
with a dim watt of TV english
From cell to cell
I feel, I think, this is
ugly, cool, beautiful, wow, interesting, hmm, I think, I
hope
What must I announce? And to whom?
Who knows how to listen if none know how to speak
Who knows how to think if none know how to feel
Where does a scream go without any woods to echo through?
What is the point of hunger if there always a plate full of
food?
What is a poem without its poet?
How’s a child to grow if there is none to look up to?
What's an adult supposed to know if life is spent looking back?
What got me up here in the first place?
Why can’t I get out?
Where is a window I can lean out of with a rette?
Where’s a good girl’s proper gasp of breath?
Where’s an old fashion romance and grip of breast?
Someone please come knock me down.
Someone come knock me down.
Someone hear me
Someone knock me down
Out of this tower
“you’re missing out on a pretty lovely night”
well that night is here with me too
