A Writer’s Place<\/p>\n
“The swan sings on the lake of the mind”
\n – the , Silver Swan, Kenneth Rexroth<\/p>\n
Seeing a man
\nin the distance
\nI knew
\nit must be you, only you
\nthat Whitmanesque
\neveryman
\nso rarely seen on these
\nsenseless streets.<\/p>\n
You walked with a rhythm,
\na side to side waddle of
\na man smoothed – no soothed
\nby years of mindful contemplation,
\nwaves rubbing, rolling, refinding rock.<\/p>\n
You, with the blue jeans –
\nthe scream of the common
\nand safari hat
\ncocked on one side
\nso you the hunter
\nmelding meaning and moments
\ncould hear the hammering
\nhearts of your everyday prey
\nso often seen
\non these sacredless streets.<\/p>\n
So many buzzed around you
\nin busyness
\nlost in thoughts of
\nhot dogs, hard ons, haftos
\nunaware of you
\nsomeone who has achieved
\nthe unwritten writer’s aim –
\nabsorption into the word
\nheard but healthily unheralded.<\/p>\n
What if
\nyou were Hulk Hogan
\nI thought?
\nHow the street would hum for days
\nafter your handsomeness
\nhad passed, this way (away?)
\nYet, I see you
\nJosef
\ncaught in that
\ncircuitous virtuouso
\nthat only we know about
\nyet, unable to shout –
\nwe walk the streets
\nwith our masks metted on.<\/p>\n
Seeing you
\nwalking so sure
\namong us,
\nwho suffer surely
\nyet so sillily (and willingly),
\nI saw you
\nmeasuring our merriment
\nin song
\nmeters of mediocrity
\npulling you along
\ninto our midst
\nso obscurely (and surely).<\/p>\n
I thought to ask you
\nabout this or that,
\nlet your smooth finish
\nshine upon me –
\nbut thought better
\nas I watched you
\nassuredly deposit a letter
\ninto the mouth of a mailbox. <\/p>\n
You have other things in mind.<\/p>\n
A cold pivo perhaps
\n(or an old love lapsed)?
\nTo run home and
\nlike a person who
\nhaving seen a U.F.O.
\ntries to live with it
\nthe knowledge of another world
\nmaybe
\nmore important than our own
\nwhile the bread and circuses
\nkeep things going around
\nkeep lifting up the frowns
\nas some as yet unknown gladiator
\neats crumbling, unleavened bread
\nand awaits his death
\nin the dark caverns
\nbelow the merry meant.<\/p>\n
(P.S.) Didn’t Kurtz say (or sing)
\n“Exterminate the brutes”?
\nI think of all this
\nupon seeing you. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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