1st time on B right On
in a yr
50plus infinite
sojourns
reconstruction
still
as in all
over B.B.Baths long
gone
bay 1 still thinks its
young
carefree
plays among the litter
corn cobs &
plastic
not good enough to be called garbage
the hammering on girders
creaking of the crane
music
wind & ocean music
helicopter music
"my god"
clouds & sun pacing back & forth
in the sky
because they are harsh to us
we turn against our allies
because they are harsh to us
we kill their sons & daughters
because they are harsh to us
we loot their national treasures
because they are harsh to us
we silence all their voices
because they are harsh to us
we set up puppet governments
because they are harsh to us
we make them a "democracy"
because they are harsh to us
we fill them up with fast foods
because they are harsh to us
we steal their natural resources
because they are harsh to us
we incorporate their hearts & souls
because they are harsh to us
we turn them into factories
the clouds dominate the sky today
the waves crash violently
upon this usually calm shore
my shoulders & chest convulse w/shivers
my teeth chatter
my bloodless fingers go stiff & numb
as my cheeks become warm & red
the gulls are beginning to circle
only a few children & old men are brave enough
to swim at this hr
the hammering has stopped
the girders silenced
the crane still creaking in the wind
helicopters still on patrol
the music's turned nasty like the weather
as the water reaches my feet
i feel a heat within the undercurrent
like a comforter
a message from hell
because they are harsh to us.......
because they are harsh to us.......
the sailboat beyond the rocks seems so relaxed
the white of its sail so still
you'd never know there was a wind
3 children run from the ocean
the oldest ( a girl ) waving something
chanting
"i found a dollar --- i found a dollar"
& she had
in the water among the waves the waves
the waves.....the last place you expect to find
C-A-P-I-T-A-L-I-S-M
the waves .....
because they are harsh to us
we destroy them then defend them
we befriend them then destroy them
then
we fold up our blankets & go home
because they are harsh to us
we are harsh to them
because we are harsh to them
they are harsh to us
Steven Dalachinsky was born in Brooklyn, New York sometime after the last Big War and before lots of useless little wars...he has been writing poetry since before then and has always...he is basically self-taught...his great loves and influences are the Beats, Blake, Kafka, Camus, Harpo, surreal and abstract painting and music......especially jazz and so-called "Avante Guarde" or "FREE" jazz. Two key elements in his poetry are spontaneity and the idea of transformation rather than description with a preference toward non-linear, non-narrative though. He resides in Manhattan where he has lived for the past 30 years.