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ANOTHER DAY (6-7-89, San Diego, CA; spontaneous stream of semi-autobiographical, impressionistic, free-flow-spill)
another day
usually he spits
at all the oblivious
pathological dominance
yet thinks in he at times
some gene some thing
gone bad or only
berserk perhaps
controls affects
or quirks this lad
some mutant things
strange prominence
arrives in mind
just waiting to be had
but will he take it
just look at all
this evidence
for here n resides
his confused sense
thus finds he
at such a wonder n
and so slips further
away beneath most days
where looking up
he sometimes sees
outlined graves
and other such illusions
where logic rains n
thunder n roll n fall
unheard n pointless
but seen n mud puddles
pool n here formed
of yet more words
lightning crash
crack splash the black
yet somehow he knows
only he heard
so he blegs n blats
n begs for blats n blegs again
just for fun
self amusement
or maybe just
for the hell of it
to bend those
straight lines
to see to feel
the space between
to dwell on things
mystery s in
though others dont
think so well of it
but such are his
criterion and why not
long crossed
the paths of tolerance
no desire at all
to compete or win
mind inscribed
with belief or fact
that there is
no place and there
are no friends
here for him
or there for that
no care in the eyes
of those who roam
much less his own
now prolonged
denial of any true
home sweet home
of known or
assumed origins
all the pain
he ever felt
waits inside to be
dealt back out again
he senses it there
but hopes he never
finds or pulls
its figurative trigger
good and bad
just waiting
to be had
the power to deny
the power to deliver
does such vagueness
make you mad
or does it
make you figure
even those who
seek his thighs
and find his eyes
find caves of need
that have heeded in
like bubbles trapped
in glass he cant
break out they
must break in
and then from somewhere
deep within
cool hate or love
relates like bubbles
trapped in them
to cast away
without hearts touch
so much of him
as he at times
does of them
save for the skin
we are all
more or less
thus condemned
yet with it
we are damned
even more so
he notices how
eyes so often
seem to sear
and weld apart
two unknowns
out of judgment
or out of fear
sparks extinguished
gone
still feely he
goes on again
crawling out
crawling in
even betwixt
the crust n flux n
flim n muck n
mire worlds
of lower case
crus ta cean
yet his world
feels lower still
amid the ruin
the sin and swill
in his mind
if not in fact
for real
for truly there s no
difference here
by choice
or accident
he became this
broken wheel
that spins
and squeals
but seems to
go nowhere
only he knows
how far and
deep it goes
how real this journey
he cant slow
so pick n he there
through all
despair n wound
of trial
and countless
tears shed and
suppressed
for years n years
beyond his child n
struggle doom n
other programmed
fears
yet still n heart
some day to find
a flower so pure
he dreams
unfolding like
a bursting star
brighter though
it seems
the power of
all things in him
the same
in you in me
cuts sharp
as a knife
like fireworks
going off
in the night
bursting into
cosmic bloom
bursting beyond
the hurting tune
of life he
sometimes
gloomy whistles
bursting above
the frightened
brittle heads
of all oppression
locked in dreads
or knot
he soars into
his golden hour
somehow begot
if not forever
then for now
for surely this
becomes his
holy cow
the cut that
whittles out
such sweet sad
understanding
then quite
by surprise
his open hands
his heart n mind
suddenly realize
as he himself
becomes
a faster vibration
of energy
of higher
frequency light
much more
commanding
beautiful and real
than anything
he has ever
known before
as his senses
and attention
extend
divine awareness
expands
lovingly into all
a tingling rises
on the rushing wind
the universe speaks
and even his skin
will listen to
the magic
of this
moment
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