Saturday, September 13, 2014

This Dirge

This Urge-

i've this burning urge
a flaming will
a raring dare-do
to pen a masterpiece
of what don't ask me now
when i've figured it out the world will know
or i will
or you will
for i'll go forth and multiply
advertise
get some PR
marketize
see what they make of my masterpiece
perhaps it will make the scene
become the in-thing
the sort that gets hung in galleries
museums
workshops
seminars
TV talk shows
and radio coverage
where i'll talk about its inception
beginning with the conception
pregnant with self-importance
i'll throw in a free counsel
do charity
dish out sagely advice
like those rags-to-riches tales of plenty
and smug with pride
i'll grow fat
weary with personal weight
frown upon folks
curse the ladders of success
feign anonymity
fuck society
live desolate
alone
lonely
until age happens
body crumbles
mind softens
and in losing everything
gain back a matchstick and a box
lighting thus a spark
set alight the timbers burnt long ago
let it blaze
and in fiery rage
let everything explode
once again
in
somber ironic celebration
and in such sardonic feats and feasts
become friends with whatever's the masterpiece
whatever's the masterpiece


Outing-

i went out to greet the world
and having done that
now i'm back paying attention to whatever calls
not that i do the moment
this is no omen
just a state of humbling bewilderment
that mocks and jocks
at all your accumulated knowledge
and educative curse
and as bare as a leaf-less tree
stand aloft
stubborn
rooted
and
free

Politely-

now that i've gotten up
i must dress for the world
and remember not to go down
and keep myself polite
genteel
civilized
proper
and other such notions of necessary behavior
which is better
than arguing
fighting
cursing
shouting
murdering
stealing
and other such notions of unnecessary behavior

Twilight-

i like this time of the day
late into the night
when human sounds cease
and the barks of dogs makes more sense and gives more ease
i like this time of the night
when the day is just a memory
and there is possibility in the darkness outside
most of all
i like hours like these
for i can be human and free
with none to impress, depress, nor to see
i can be human 
and be momentarily free

Labor-

although my legs are hurting i'm gonna keep writing
(now this must make you curious, so i'll tell it another time, just don't be furious)
sat in a disposable chair i'm gonna keep living
see what formulates and shapes in the wording
and wade through whatever be the meaning
float through whatever be the sentencing
and if found sunk 
or drowned
spit out and go back for a dive
and polish it off with a showering

Hear-

struggling for righteous breath
gasping for air
forgetting to breathe and remembering we are only ever here


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