Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

the sun was too day-glo
to sync with my discontent
it annoyed and offended my eyes
it pissed on my patience, so
I hung two black blankets
one on top the other
over the warm panes of entry
and my still cold heart
let out a sigh more like a whimper,
and I became aware there is something
comfortably numbing about van morrison
hard-nosing the highway and
a darkened room, but please, please
don't ask me to say, like two peas in a pod
'cause we both know there are always more
than two interpretations, do you really
want me to believe you knew coltrane
slept with miles and munk, tied the shoelaces
of picasso who was clearly a loafer man,
so why the fuck would you ever, ever
tell me what is best for me and the world,
how dare you mention the truth, oh great !
here it comes again like mussolini's trains
another brilliant narcissistic dissertation
blah-di blah, di barfo, di-blah,
an adult voice
in a charlie brown special

yes, the wah-wo-wah-wawahwoah ... charlie brown's teacher mouthing more adult propaganda . . . if it takes fascism to make the trains run on time, then maybe i don't particularly care too much if they run on time ... and if truth is narcissistic pigeonholing, then ...

thanx mnaz, appreciate the feedback

You outlaw poet you!




~A

p.s. Poets seem to belong to the same club. Narcissistic truth tellers. I've got mine and you've got yours.