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to all aspiring artists
come on. december
Oh happy bedraggled
holy days
of three-legged canines
a-hopping behind
humans
Small yet mighty
effort in the rain
We broke the yolk
on eggnog lattes
the last day
of November
Broke the bank
of well-wishes
one day shy of dear
December
Come on, December
come on, now make me cry
you sure aren’t what you once were
when i was a child
And you. And you. And you
may you have
what i have not
Simple ordinary days
i share with you
leftover turkey in
the pot
Happiness? abundance?
I really hope they are!
If it helps
i can sing some xmas songs
on my guitar
For those left in the margins
i will turn it up a notch
awash in lonely visions
drowned in single malt
scotch
it is you whom i believe in!
my extra-ordinary bees!
it is to you my prayers go out while
down
upon my knees
Keep busy pushing visions
upon the streets tonight!
keep faith. keep faith. keep faith
everything comes out the wash
all right
I will be beside you
making colors!
out my mind!
With faith
we face the void
together
Though apart…
you are always
in my heart
residue of the insecure
Some hoped to conveniently write off all the past, of wrongdoings. Forgiving themselves. Writing checks off their taxes. They tried to whiteout the black, with new grinds and new axes. Well, someone would remember, for history’s sake. How they tried and tried, to discourage our creations. To overshadow our humble beginnings. To damage our reputations. Out of fear for the same. Discouraged, the more they saw us encouraged. Shrinking back, as they watched us rise. Terrified of being left in the dust.
Insecurity is a motherfucker.
We tried to include them and smile and be friends. But they had lost sight of the journey and got trapped at the end of the line they had drawn for themselves and surpassed. Their demise was a prophesy, self-fulfilled, coming fast. Their self-perpetuating machinery, would never take flight. Unless picked up by bouncer, and tossed out in the night.
Postmortem…
Sanity went on vacation. Everyone could enjoy a fine primal scream. Finally! Windows were jacked open at any hour for the purpose. It was awesome. Really awesome. Like painstaking creations tagged harmlessly on brick walls, by parking lots and railroad tracks. Adding some light where there was none. For passer-bys to enjoy… meanwhile, at 4:20pm, greenwich mean time, all the breast pockets of all the starched shirts in the financial centers of all the cities of all the world, simultaneously blossomed black-and-blue inkstains.