hello mr. dandelion
it's mid October,
yet, you refuse to die
you cantankerous old fuck you
when i grow up
i want to be like you
only a bit taller
and not so green
I stand before you
Diseased and dying
Soul Naked Wet
An exhibition
A confession
A warning
Screaming for my children
Weeping, sobbing
Rusted, worn, and weary
Ready to pay penance
For my usurpations of self
For the murder of innocence
For the kick of time
For my contentment
My contempt
My sorrow
For the crimes of Mr. Hyde
Giant in Black
Angrily binding thoughts like bales of hay
Smoking a sad cigarette on Tuesday
Trusting no one and nothing
Hanging out in institutions
Wanting to believe in the sacred church of Music
And the dogs they bark at
And the crazy cats of the stars
With their getting high sexual jazz
Blasting in the minds of ancient
Philosophers and slave masters
Whose fucking causes the earth to shake
And the lakes to shatter
And the batter not to mix
And the junkies to o.d. on a bad fix
I alone in my cage
Rage to survive
Kafka’s apparatus
Branding me a fraud
Dying but not dead
Ripping the skin from my flesh
Flesh from bone
Soul Naked Wet
An exhibition
A confession
A warning
A declaration of independence
A revolution
Freedom from the servitude of ignorance
Freedom of infinitives
To live
To laugh
To love
To dream
To climb down from this tree
In this cold Golgotha
Yawping from rooftops at dawn
The true name of god
CARPE MOMENTUM!
CARPE MOMENTUM! !
CARPE MOMENTUM! ! !
