Wearing a baseball cap
reading:
Delaware Valley Bluegrass Festival
and sporting a jacket tainted
with little specks of paint
and I must look like
a big fat redneck hick
with a gun rack hanging
in the back of my pick-up
but then I start buying
CDs by Lee “Scratch”Perry
and Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan
and the onlooking folks
start to get confused
Just who the fuck
is this guy supposed to be?
Well, mysteries abound in life
and not every cliché
is only what it seems
to be on the surface.
Perhaps, enigma is
the word some are seeking
Paradox works for me
but I ain’t keen on oxymoron
I’m just seeking out
a few thrills and spills
as I pass through life
I ain’t a Hindu mystic
or Zen Buddhist whatever
not even a Christian or Jew
just a man with shaken
but unbroken faith
and it may be paralleled
in plenty of cities and cultures
around the planet
It’s just what I have
and what I’ve been accursed
to pursue to the grave.
1-5-99
Faith
s'all you need. Whatever sustains you. - slc
fingers crossed!
fingers crossed!