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Politics for Poets

outside of time?

Wake up!

go back to sleep!
dream of me
throughout the week.
if you're lonely
I'm here at home again
nothing to fear for
the sad song
you play
keeps repeating
Pick up that needle 
on that old Victrolla
you play that song
like bad ebola
of sad things
gone by
best forgot
like a lie.

Forgot.
 Like a lie.
forgot.

Aug 18, 2012

What is the reason? What is the purpose? You know that there are lies? Is anger always wrong? of course not.

well . . .

I think I've blogged enough today.

Life goes on.

Thank You Veterans!

~ OK Now.

 

  Anger
   is a reaction
 to indifference
  and negligence
   and best
  not dealt
 not sent
     not instituted
 with pronoucement of intent
    to void and
   separate
     and declare
    null
   without hope
      for reconciliation.
 It shouldn't ever be like.

  The crowd 
     started to disburse
  the sound of rain
     outside the tent
  the lights
     from the street
   reflections on a million windows
    starlight
         and happiness.

     Anger
   was there enraged
   with painful diatribe
        spewing forth
 without the taste of wind
    all of the air sucked right out of it
 he stood there motionless
  not even a tither or a tweddle
     of mind tapping outside his rhyme.

  We watched him there
     the wind picking up
   out on the sidewalks beside the pavillions
   the women promanading
 as shadows
    on the other side of the tent,
      she turns,
      tips her hat.
   It's all in shadow.
    now she is thirty feet tall
          because of the angle and distance of the
                            lights.

  Outside the tent
    there was someone else
  going on about why
      weren't you there to get me
        when you said you would
 made me walk through bad alleys
      but you'd moved the car
 so I couldn't find you
  lost my shoes
     which no one ever thinks is going to happen
    like a nightmare
 in a dream
  waking up
   while you are sleeping.

     And anger
 takes time to tell you how it feels
     to be left and lost and lonely
 without hope 
    because of your thoughtlessness
 and inability to realize
   that you are just making things up about me
      out side of reality,
      outside of decorum
   facing the lava flow
       as if it is normal
  double daggers
        of falsehood
    slashing out against
  everything that is me.

   The women
    have gone off to meet their
         Navy dates.
       There is laughter 
  coming in waves
      of joy
 proposals
       and roses.

   I smell the scent of freshly opened wine.
      Someone hands me a glass as he makes the toast.
    
       

 
        
 Make way
   for the song you play
 when you're not thinking
    but you're singing
 you're singing.