Being Alone

No more angry poems


No more angry poems -
The world is dead with rage.
Do parents beat their children?
Love them til they're sick?


To overcome a nation -
To overcome its gods -
Overcome the family
That can't be overcome -


To slip out through the window
And hide alone in darkness
And write a kind of poesy
That does not exist.


5-29-14

The Kid


Born rich perhaps and educated -
Well cut and put together -
He sits alone at Denny's
With tattoos and a bag.


Staring at the napkins -
Dead, inert and lifeless -
Did drugs destroy his reason?
Very, very young.


He seemed at first to be
Furiously angry.
He isn't.  He is dead.
Not angry, but he's mad.


Now that I have seen
He's lifeless and not angry,
I wish he'd go away.
He's going, walking briskly.


Bandana on his head,
Music in his ears,
Jawline beard and handsome,
I wonder where he's going.


5-29-14

Being Alone


To cast off all progenitors
And be myself alone -
There in lies the sweetness
And succulence of song.


Considering the prosody
Of other people's verse -
Therein lies the structure
Of my own.


But wherein is the truth
Of other people's rules?
It's dark without a parent
And alone.


5-29-14

Amen


Welcome to America.
Oh say!  Oh say!  Oh  say!
Where we arrest a man who's black.
And we kill a man who's gay.
And to hell with the disabled.
God bless the USA!