For David Rocklin The job of the poet is to kill Slaughter the animals, and their faces Be contagious Be outrageous And be healed Be healed by me, Strange brew, And I'll give you the world. It's not an ancient thing It's new. You too. I can't carry it all. Here, Help out. These things are ours. I've seen them here. Spirits Attending on us It's not okay to say You'll send them away They're here now For better or for worse Say you'll do better Say you'll do midnight The midnight show If you can do the midnight show We will do better. Long wings cast slow shadows; It's terrible to be afraid. I haven't seen you before Did I know you somewhere else? I've seen so many things now Have I told you? My job is to kill love poem what may you remind me what for and when when my last act when my last act burning signature midnight beating you breaking you burying you I'll bury you and I'll laugh and I'll grow my beard. these evenings it's more clear who loves me best. I told her which parts she needed to hear which parts weren't old yet. I told her the funny parts and left out the parts that didn't nake sense. I told her why. And I'll tell you too. It goes like this: Because you're a fuckup. Oh my glorious fuckup Los Angles read me like my right hand still eloquent and familiar still stranded without one dollar nor any cell phone no one shall know you no one is here. I am alone. come with me and I'll show you what I mean despite the catcalls and the roses. despite the feeling that we've been doing it too often that we've all been here before. I wrote this poem for the future me so I could remind me where I'll be when I'm there who you'll be still stupid and familiar still by my side. I made a poem and I wrote it out and then I tore it up (or at least deleted the file) when you betrayed me betray me again it feels better each time each time you never trust me to take you after this beam this better beam each time I told you where and when and how and why each time I went there and saw. It's midnight. This moon the earth This moon over the earth. Are you still there? Are you still there? Under these negro streets at dawn. or at some other time? Is it at some other time? Is it near? Near as your faces Your sermons Near your deliverance from mediocrity religion from Los Angeles. Take me back Take me back to Los ANgeles so I can be reminded who I've become. Take me to Echo Park or Koreatown so I can hear the gunshots and the calls to Jesus. Tell me better. All these seasons marking the time to market and the time to seed. all the times to market All the times to seed Stutter me over your page stutter me again send me again stuttering to your midnight oil over the airwaves los angeles and I'll deliver you too I am meant to deliver you that is what I've been remembering. No messianic fervor for me Messiah only means, anoinited and I gave up the marijuana. You shall have a sober priest. Still tending fires you didn't know were there. I burn for you, but it's all right that you will never know that that you have never seen the flame. I burn brighter. Over and over and over again. Tell me who it was and I'll tell you why and I'll tell you why you'll never care enough. I'll tell you where you went to the poem to the corner to the crouch and waited too long. It's calvin and hobbes again writing poems for the masses after jerusalem is lost after the walls are fell and mr fell comes testing rocks to see which one will make it through the window and I'll be there too saying: "Why wasn't it your Negro streets too?" Why didn't you Why weren't you you could have should have made done with gone under understood made known and made part undertaken and held hostage strained and remembered loved you should have loved should have loved better. it's not nice to know the truth but that's our job, remember. know it and weep. know it and weep. know it and weep know it and weep for you are delivered from madness into madness by my side in the perfect midnight storm in the perfect midnight alley with my knife agaisnt your throat I have a knife by your throat it's love. Don't move
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