can't be another hitler
in those dark shades
that bleed away all the color
reduce these visions to black and white
I post-modern man all wary
staying away from drawing lines in the sand
or declaring anything permanentfor any length of time
refusing to be a judgein a court of impossible standards
I oblivous stoic
going thru my mundane day
MONKED AWAY from the masses
telling no one what I do
learning to
listen
fishing for words
unknowingly illumating pages of my most sacred text
winning a little
finally
some days
in the bitter bloody war with ennui
no longer suspecting
there is more than is dreamt of in our philosophy
i am walking quietly along the waterline at the beach
behind out of nowhere
where there is no one
SUCKER PUNCH !!!
BAM!!
RIGHT TEMPLE!!
STAGGERING
ain't NOTHING i can do but CLOSE MY EYES
accept the swoon
GO WITH THE FALL
the creature stands in the center of an awesome crash of lightening bolts
thousands zig-zagging crazily down out of the blue sky
striking the beach and exploding
inside the firestorm a master traveler looks out at me
A BEING FROM CREATION
a horrifying creature of SAVAGE GRACE
KNOW
the rough beast's*time has come round at last at last
there was no slouch
this creature stood tall and proud
my body became as dead to those around me
my thoughts blown wondrously throughout time and space
My name disappears from my head
I sense the creature does this to tell me it too is seeking a name
from then on my Pain seemed carefully measured
as if the creature were only hurting me enough to drive me mad enough
for the undreamt mission
gone baby gone for days
lost from body and soul
a corpse never so alive
they great they called THE COSMIC STING a seizure
keep me strapped down and drugged out
takes days and days to fully identify the obviously fictional
in my charged and cautious and exuberant dream of dreaming
crawling back up into myself
I find I am filled with sensations of the sacred
dreaming of cosmic order
I worry my cravings for peace
are the residuals of a bout with mad
something the new med.'s
will push out of my head in a few weeks
maybe some mentat* chain will break
and I'll write my happy sappy got over the depression
post-treatment tract
fret what if I am going to crash and wake up baffled
by how I was ever stupid and deluded enoughto put my faith
back in this system
hope
is the last thing we expect to find in a voting booth
we've been burned before
we're all scarred up
shot up and jailed and abused and wasted and you name it baby
still
I sense
inside us
a mighty roar
that will make them shit themselves and run
call me crazy
whatever
I have been preparing for this moment all of my life*
yr wordswill never hurt me again
I'm ready to fight you stick for stick stone for stone
or
just forgive you
with a kiss on the cheek
and a welcome to the show
This poem came out about six months before Obama announced, long before Hope was on any posters....
*phil collins *again, the sacred Dune, which I read over and over, all of them... though I have never had the time or scratch to buy the latest ones... sadly enough. * this has to be the most quoted poem in the world. I love this poet, and he was out there. I named my dear now lost kitty bums Mr. Yeats after him. I want the time to read his elaborate theory of the universe, which Dr. Lindsay, the class clown extrodainaire/the liberal sceptic saintished one/ somewhat awe inspiringly told the class, "Well if you read it, it does seem to make sense." He seemed startled by his own words and moved on quickly. Mostly He was so funny. I have notes. At UT I learned that no matter where a good student is, they will learn and the teachers will appear. Dr. lindsay liked to make it out like he lived in mortal fear of actually once and for all boring a student to death. Ho. English prof.'s... my dog, what better buds!!! All writings by John Scott Ridgway are protected by the law... but I encourage you to spread my poems by whatever means necessary. One day you will understand
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