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TRYING TO DISCERN
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THE POETRY KEEPS GETTING DIRTIER
Trying to discern
a difference
in the
poetry
I write
and the poetry
I feel
I stumble upon
a demented twist
of subtle emotion
motif of outreaching
hands
and making it
to the dawn
begin to surface
though I know
each day
I shall rise
to indifference
Unhappy work
for fear
of starvation
earn money
for the power
of consumerism
I miss take
hollow satisfaction
fake gratification
for a genuine joy
Masturbate
on illusions
of grandeur
swept away
by alienation
No I am not
alone
though it sure
as Hell feels like it
as MTV
humanoids
parade before me
extolling the virtue
of their emptiness
as hysteria
proclaims thought
a narcotic
deadlier than crack—
indeed!
It might lend
my rebellion
a once noble
trade
now lowered
to the level
of Neanderthal
Primitive, yes
like a shaman
perhaps
dance around
the fire
chant, chant
sing and chant
like the wind
to tom-tom
of emancipation
suppose the rising sun
motif
would be
quite overworked
about now
opt instead
for setting sun
and a good night’s
sleep
hope ethereal dreams
illuminate
my
unconsciousness
9/28/1988
