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Nobody understands my poetry

No one can comprehend why

           I am the way I am

but I gots to be be I

            and that’s all there is

but I wonder if it matters

          understand geometry

                   or physics

         quantum jump

                  into outer

                       super space

      with dreams winking

              with cadence of Molieré

With little savvy here and there

                 extreme emotional

                           utterance

            in drag and disguise

                     Ah ha!

            What could be better?

        ah, poetry, a sweet woman

                  to cure my ills

no more religious bigotry

            confusion, delusion

                 intentional posturing

                ride into sunset

with new guns and faithful stallion

don’t comprehend it myself

            gets awful confused

                   with political despair

              and economic failure

                          rights violated

               fear and doubt unspoken

whispers secrets

                 to your worst enemy

       reveal the bare essentials

                    of distant lives

          planets hurtling

                  thru the Milky Way

Holy men meditate

                     an opium trance

       the mystical fires of God

  revealed on the cross of life

            the sacred visionary

        slain by the mob

mass ripple of laughter

               wasting the moment

      my eyes unconvinced

at any other stimuli

                that enters its sight

No want to hear

No want to see

            the tearing down

     of the Great Wall

magnificent structure of oppression

              looming like specter

                        in the dark

curry taste in the vista

             hiding mothballs

     in a private closet

         and releasing mice

       into subway sewer system

                    with no way out

hanging around out of malice

                wondering all glories

that have been withheld

        gardens of earthly delight

               spitting crisp jewels

          in my direction

     molecules forming

             exploding

       rapturous colors

overwhelm the horizon

         all thought

moving past semantics

    and basic poetry

No school to teach art

                or literature

              zodiacs of theory

    filling neural network

          electronically filtering

     into consciousness

it’s all they sell

                 all I say

all anyone says

all he says

all she says

            all I say

            all I say

11-19-92