Shut the door
things escape….
things find you.
We have never been too passionate
Some thought it perfect
(So did I for a time)
And I write this for no one else but me… [Ed Note: and you]
it took awhile to realize what it was.
Care…. love…. compassion.
bias…. sadness… dysfunction –
& a word that the parsimonious always rejected
(as do I)
— fated.
Electric blues with an organ –
Stevie Ray w/ the man’s guitar never hurt.
Figuring where I fit in here
Dusty, mangled stetson wide brim,
cracking shoes w/ a fresh polish,
It’s absurd to think the life is any different…
hat-yes-music-maybe-stance,height,intelligence-
really how different?
Shut it hard, brother
shut it fucking HARD.
I never knew how different typical was-
add the dimensions to it & maybe.
But it can never be stopped
At least the miracle of understanding
will be shunned & over-rated.
Grinding teeth-
momentary sadness…
(bitter)
prolonged anger
(subdued)
shallow tears
(what now)
Time to go…
still cold & anxious
no more smokes-
just ain’t right.
Can’t afford the joint,
alcohol makes me gorge
(one likes it too much)
And the pain I seek…