the
secret society of solitude
membership:
one
undone
without
the sun
the
moon a sliver
in
my quiver
a
bottle of schnapps
the
sea does not beseech
but
waves beckon
the
sea a solution
of
solidarity against the solid
and
i solution with a solution
surrounded
by glass
contradicting
george harrison
by
saying, “nothing will pass”
because
nothing ever existed
except
the precepts percolating
in
the nerve particles
permeating
perception
just
got rolled up on
told
to get the F… off the beach
back
on the streets
walking
south on ocean ave
towards
santa monica blvd
where
i’ll head east
until
whatever
poets
are not clever
but
our genius is unsurpassed
against
your rejection
my
protection:
the
numerous volumes i’ve read
regarding
religion, philosophy,
history,
neurophysiology
and
physics
that
now just makes me smile and nod
when
you ignite your ignorance
i
didn’t just glance
till
i could recite
i
made it my own
till
my flesh and bone
could
clone
the
dark streets of decay
it’s
not easy to choreograph
an
original dance
portraying
every motion as meaningless
but
that’s where i found the form
to
free me as a dancer
where
there is no answer
and
those that question
are
not the company
i
wish to keep
this
moment is not a cancer
it’s
just me at an intersection
waiting
for the light to change
there
is no reason
the
chicken crossed the road
and
the reason he gives
really
doesn’t matter
celebrate
the erase
the
freedom of consciousness
they
try to crease and fold
until
it conforms
to
an ergonomic design
truth
is relative
dictated
by personal preference
otherwise
the factions wouldn’t
fart
in each other’s faces
claiming
their smell
is
the oranges and roses
of
a still life painting
defining
their definitions
as
universal
one
size fits all
sidewalk
to sidewalk intersection
no
destination
but
on the other side
i
stop by a picture window enthralled
with
a painting of a bridge
construction
stalled
because
they realized
it
led to nowhere and to nothing at all
i
take a sip of schnapps
light
a smoke
stare
and
smile
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