Thinking about Nietzsche
and Art Blakey
and wanting to read
“The Art of War” again
without any feeling
left in the right ear
deafness
muteness
and forever
we are silenced
like the slaughtered pig
we eat for breakfast
and I’m getting real tired
of all this shit
don’t think
I can take it anymore
just trying to get by
bah, excuses
don’t need
to hear all these
bloody excuses
but the name
of this poem
is illiterate
and I’m babbling
incoherently
but you keep listening
in hopes of hearing
What?
exactly what is it
that we are searching for?
and I guess I remain
utterly without a clue
finagling along at this pace
without an idea
of what is, after all,
going on around here
2-2-95
Acceptant
I, for one, keep reading because it is all so thoroughly entertaining. The best part is, I don't have to do any of the searching; you've already formulated the poem, and I just get to kick back and enjoy the creation, whatever it may prove itself to be, utterly acceptant.
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitutes
I feel good if I can inspire
I feel good if I can inspire someone or comfort someone in distress. Hopefully, though, I will inspire others to think and form their own opinions and views.