Human Nature, live in Tel Aviv 1993

 

 

 

I practiced my Michael Jackson

moves this morning.

 

The ones where he rubs his thighs

vertically and then humps

imaginary happiness.

 

Now my shoulder hurts.

I'm still capable but

the adoring throng

 

pushing past the security

is the requital, evil-for-evil,

tom-tom

 

of my back bone breaking.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

a very good write...sometimes we want to do what the body just can't do anymore.

we feel young in the head...but realize after just "doing it"--that we should have thought about it first...and taken it easy...

the joints let us know...

i still dance like michael jackson in my head and heart...what moves...and i loved to dance...still do.

[Corset]

even the uni bombers mother must be the tiniest bit afraid to sleep at night, (the slightest scent of fear and they are upon you like ravaging dogs) I love this poem are you the mother of the beast? or just the beast? who do we blame if a child is injured?