Terrible Trembles Beneath My Feet

Ground comes up
face meets

out
down
gone
seeing stars

every day in one form or another
sucker punched
a cloud of emotions,
drifts up out of an innocent looking block of words
black storms flashed with stark white lightening bolts
The search for truth has been reduced to a computer screen
all of the great libraries, personalities, musicians... put in one place;
the kids don't know what a gift they have been given
a magic powerful enough
to change the face of the planet into a kindly smile

I am amazed and in love with humans
tell myself to hate the behavior/not the people who do them...


Sarah Palin isn't evil
the world isn't that easy
she just learned the right lies to tell to get kudos for her speeches
channels that cheerleading into motivational speaking
with just one purpose -- VOTE FOR ME..
she doesn't even know why she runs
thinks she speaks Her Mind...

Can you hate a human because they have not been taught
some fundamental truth... when you know?
Teachers learn that you do not expect students to know
what they have not been taught
Cops learn it too
a cop yelled at me my first week driving cab
laid into my ass for pulling half way through a cross walk he was guarding.
I had driven before in Toledo where there are almost no sidewalks...
You never picked anyone up on the street there
I never again pulled up into crosswalks
if I had continued that habit without his warning I would have surely killed someone
in this living city
where people are out walking, strolling even...
here in chi-town where the streets are more often a celebration to me
than a desolate conduit between work and sleep and food and sex and drunks

A man is traveling around this part of the country slashing Blacks
A white guy in a green SUV
He was in Toledo, where I recently was..
and is now in Chicago
drives up and asks for help
directions... people come up to help him and he attacks them
the absurdity of his hatred shown more clear than ever in the actions of the weak people he attacks
his kind finds the old, the defenseless women... children
doesn't want to run into anyone with a knife -- or a guy like me, who will take your knife and..
never pull a knife on me unless you got a shot to kill me in one thrust
of I will cut out your eyes
at least...  I write shit like that every day and would not have hurt one person in my life
had life given me a choice... and when it does I walk away
-- just a cheap way to express my
reactionary
.. until I am taken too seriously and get someone killed... again

the words are words on a page
beneath the scenes of violence is a metaphor

a metaphor for what?
The metaphorical language of writers and critics is obtuse
open to interpretation for a flood of thesis every damn day
unexplainable except in the most reductionist fashion
fuck that... I would write children's books if I expected everyone to understand me
better I infect the minds of a few artists who can infect millions
than cater... and lose all influence in the grand, literary discussion