It was the cluutter that set
some people off
they harangued silently
wore
sneers of ridicule
A place for everything and everything in its
place
as
they uttered place Grace Slicks voice took up his ears singing
Sunrise
“ . . . You were a keeper to me Now your animal is free
And youre free to die
Die
Youre
old and your hands are gray Youre old go home . . .
Weve heard all your dirty stories
(for) Two thousand years
Two thousand years
Two thousand years
of Your God Damn Glory”
Its -- not
really -- funny how people think you should hang on
their every word
when youve gone away in your head on them
when your eyes dont register their faces
in an ER a doctor would be tempted to put their penlight away and call
you dead
yet they stand fast
cool
cool
collected
wait your return
and when you do they question
you
-- You hear me
-- I did not
-- Then let me repeat myself
you wouldnt possibly dare to be impolite two
times in a row
though if you were them you would have walked away rather than be
ignored
and standing deadeyed shallowly
listening to their remarks
youre suddenly aware
youre suddenly aware
you
trod on some kind of hallowed ground
of selfrespect selfreliance
and you dont need a nagging deity to align or provide you purpose
and then an empathy for them
rises in you
that you quickly banish
of selfrespect selfreliance
and you dont need a nagging deity to align or provide you purpose
and then an empathy for them
rises in you
that you quickly banish
he was very nearly sure they wouldnt
advise him of something they didnt practise
and there were plenty more where they come from
that would provide them solace and lend an ear to the misery endured in this Life
to realise Heaven in the next
and there were plenty more where they come from
that would provide them solace and lend an ear to the misery endured in this Life
to realise Heaven in the next
Amen
his cluutter
his Heaven
his cluutter
his Heaven
all that matter was whatever it
was he needed was within the confines of his room
scattered and leafed among bookcases boxes smears of other loose pages
held between books or between the pages of books which let the weight of those stacked
atop them provide the gravity that wouldnt let them slip their onerous task
drawers were good too
and file cabinets
scattered and leafed among bookcases boxes smears of other loose pages
held between books or between the pages of books which let the weight of those stacked
atop them provide the gravity that wouldnt let them slip their onerous task
drawers were good too
and file cabinets
if the police came to toss his
place
theyd shrug
and figure they were late to the game
he wouldnt disavow their notion
theyd shrug
and figure they were late to the game
he wouldnt disavow their notion
questionmark spine fuckback dog
they were still twined around
his neck on a grimy necklace
swinging on rawhide grown black from his perspiration
and their patience endurance
swinging on rawhide grown black from his perspiration
and their patience endurance
sooner or later
theyd show
reveal themselves
revel and rebel he was deftly assured
theyd show
reveal themselves
revel and rebel he was deftly assured
were all a notion of hypnagogic
restlessness
and they were no more or less than he
and they were no more or less than he
his cluutter was as much about
them as himself
otherwise
theyd be bound
and nothing he could imagine wanted to be bound or held against its will
otherwise
theyd be bound
and nothing he could imagine wanted to be bound or held against its will
ah to spread ouut
breathe
relax
his stories came
spontaneously
something arrests them
revives them
and they unfurl
stretch out
actually come admitting their full length and height
they snap their jackets with their thumbs at their lapels
ages dust and dried skin dandruff loose hairs turn to haphazard motes circling round
and around them
haloed in the sun or moonlight
blooded by firelight
something arrests them
revives them
and they unfurl
stretch out
actually come admitting their full length and height
they snap their jackets with their thumbs at their lapels
ages dust and dried skin dandruff loose hairs turn to haphazard motes circling round
and around them
haloed in the sun or moonlight
blooded by firelight
they cleared their throats
not many were as sonorous as he would have expected
some were downright shrill and feminine
however only in the quality of their voice
not in its cadence or inflection
willful
luxuriating in their exquisite moment
not many were as sonorous as he would have expected
some were downright shrill and feminine
however only in the quality of their voice
not in its cadence or inflection
willful
luxuriating in their exquisite moment
some people could learn from
that
questionmark spine came
he said fuckback wasnt in a
mood to
-- Dally with this bullshit
were his words
Were plainspoken You can imagine
-- Dally with this bullshit
were his words
Were plainspoken You can imagine
then
with motes lazing around him like fireflies
with a strange light shining in his black eyes
he talked
with motes lazing around him like fireflies
with a strange light shining in his black eyes
he talked
his spine was tortured to its
configuration
he wasnt a wanted child
and his parents were constantly surprised that he survived off what little they tossed
him
his growing like any plant or living thing eventually snapped the cheap ropes they tied
him with
they abused him for breaking them
and when their sharp words had stuffed his ears
and his ears bled
they would tie him up again
he wasnt a wanted child
and his parents were constantly surprised that he survived off what little they tossed
him
his growing like any plant or living thing eventually snapped the cheap ropes they tied
him with
they abused him for breaking them
and when their sharp words had stuffed his ears
and his ears bled
they would tie him up again
it wasnt until a little girl
who lived in the house behind where he was kept
who lived behind the tall tightplanked fence his father seriously maintained
whose sensitive nose had smelled him too long
who badgered her father too long
who finally tired of hearing her incessant talk of
that smell
who lived in the house behind where he was kept
who lived behind the tall tightplanked fence his father seriously maintained
whose sensitive nose had smelled him too long
who badgered her father too long
who finally tired of hearing her incessant talk of
that smell
that he walked around the
block
and knocked at the front door
holding his little girls hand
he was going to disband this nonsense
and knocked at the front door
holding his little girls hand
he was going to disband this nonsense
and the house exhaled
as its door opened
as its door opened
the little girl threw up
and her father finally smelled what she smelled
and her father finally smelled what she smelled
and his father as her father said
-- . . . was disingenuous lying
that her father forced himself into the house
beat his father down
then beat his mother down too when she attacked him with a kitchen knife
-- . . . was disingenuous lying
that her father forced himself into the house
beat his father down
then beat his mother down too when she attacked him with a kitchen knife
and they found him
and her father
who never cried
Cried
who never cried
Cried
-- I suppose this might answer your question about my back
