Go!

 

Washington state Olympic park

cullen Scotland and their many aged dead many times over

redwoods of northern California distant forests,

and the sun that breaks streamers of all the colors over all of them

contained in an m&m’s packet/the peanut kind.              

The deep southern summer of mexico crossing

                with towns ill equipped to pronounce where the locals wont laugh at you

                or Diablo gringo in your direction.

Africa of the uncharted and disgarded

with beasts that hurt with no conception of the word/and they all taste like chicken/and the people all kill their own.

And the sands of the mountain dried streams rolling on and away

                towards the places I will never see

                because from fear ill stay here.

American southern warmth or Himalayan Everest K2 never see

                those clouds dipped below me or the fuss about all the quiet you hear above the angels

                but I tell myself quiets just a sound

                I tell myself the deep of my friends paled eyes is a rebellious summit

                to the tops of 40 miled high crushing ordinary

                we should canonize 16 year old atheists who soar and masturbate to Tolstoy’s War and Peace.

And to the deserts of the Mongols, or those I have imagined to be Mongols

                but what matters of nationality, ethnicity or fat-faces when eating Mongolian food.

And to the stretched plains of the worlds

                and the events and reasons for living contained within the soil

                and the slippery inner thighs/of neighbor girl/ who’s only emotion is a wave

                bye/hello/help/bye.

And I wanta sail the Indian Ocean

I don’t know where it is or why I like it, but the name sounds seductive and I’ll take it if it can be had.

And I’d take off to space if I wasn’t so scared of dimensions

                or of finding god.

And my direction in life is a Ferris wheel

                that has been stuck in place ever since some Japanese tourist paid 4 dollars for a ride

                so they can pictures of far away places/pics never developed

                “how many hail Mary’s and heavenly fathers to get me down from here”

                not ever enough.

And I need to learn more about foreign beer but drink a lot less.

And again I want to see Huntington Beach/winter night/and the sun replaced moon

                it said “it’s alright” over the pier

                and made worth the trip.

And maybe ill bare a bridge, a South American bridge

                and maybe ill change the word bare with electronic thesaurus car compartment for better verb

                after class.

Or maybe join Peace Corps and shoot forth liquid water of life to Sudanese children/they are thirsty.

Or maybe I’ll save a kid from flood waters in desperate eastern China

                if only I knew kung-fu/or wasn’t a capitalist.

Or maybe I’ll follow the lives of the “beats”/of Kerouac

                and spread karma and youl tides wherever the unfullfillment of the U.S. Road may lead.

Or maybe I’ll stop and see the beauty mist pass

                and I need to know what things like this mean before writing them.

Or see Tangiers of legend with sinister intent

                or stop reading and referencing altogether of dead poets and their dead ways.

Or maybe ill finally see dark chimney sweepers of Blake’s London/my plan already failed

       I love dead poets/you can get anthologies without buyers remorse from fear of new works published.

Or maybe I’ll listen to endless loops of bob Dylan and smoke/every 1

Or maybe I’ll stop thinking my soul is salvageable,

                and thinking the sun is different 10 or ten thousand miles away.

But likely ill just sit here and drink and write.

 

 

Reviews

[Armonia]

"stop reading and referencing altogether of dead poets and their dead ways."


....Never.

[Mark]

So...The "...drink(ing) and write(ing) cut your imagination and inhibitions loose, but only enough to rue things you HAVE done, and dream of things you might LIKE to do, but NOT enough to actually DO anything...Sounds familiar. Is it based in your username, based on nihilism, having given up on traditional values, or simply on fear? A very challenging and provocative read. Thank you.