The Right Column


Joggazo
You're running
You're running
There is a guy 
with a shotgun
hunting
and you're flying
you're on a plane
and he's got
a rainbow
and he's fishing
with a shotgun
and a bowl of
wax that he hid
in a tree
and you're ascending
you're ascending
you are on the moon
with the 
trickulation
and the triulation
and gentle lation
and laxation
of opposites
of opposites
and the side
brush covering over
and the memory
of important dreams
important dreams
and letting the sage
speak through me
in the night
running away
from the pain
of failure
of opposites
of opposites
and running away
and running away
to the place at 
the edge of the field
out in Lowell
or in Lawerence, Kansas
striding down by 
the factory
in the rain
where the man sits
with the bottle of gin
and a bag of oranges
a bag of oranges
that he bought at
the market 
and he took on the bus
to the down town
where he can sit down
and tell his story
to a passing photographer
about his wife telling 
him to leave
and leaving him
without hope
and he lives in 
a trailor 
in the side yard
and his other wife
with his other kids
lives
across town
and he can't see 
them
can't see them
because he is blind
and has a cane?
No, he is blind drunk is all.
blind drunk is all.

But the drunk
doesn't love 
his kids
any less
and wants
to be not drunk
not drunk
and with his kids
with his kids not drunk.

And little Ivan ran away
from the party matron school
mum hoping he wouldn't be
killed by Nazi's 1945
just at the end of the
war and before the dawn.

It will dawn 
every day here.
It is always dawn 
somewhere.

Always dawn.

13 July, 2008