One man clears his eye

Boss · Post by **Boss** » Tue Dec 06, 2005 11:30 pm

Sacred and honour
lay in their beds
comatose

Good humour is stabbed
by the sex gauntlet
and her spear

A Leonard Cohen lyric
pulverises the top ten
gibberish the leftover

Little men make big speeches
we vote them in again
to the chagrin of a few

Heroin warms an addict
instant gratification
in our world of instant karma

Jocular clowns sway children
initiates in the capitalist creed
a river bank lays empty

Yoga and Zen
artefacts and residue
stars and stripes the new aerobics

Candy wrappers lap up on the shore
there is no bin
or way to notice chemicals

Businessmen scramble up ladders
ladders of gold
this is the way to god

One man clears his eye
eschews his generation's sickness
looks to his hand
...and thanks his father

lizzytysh · Post by **lizzytysh** » Tue Dec 06, 2005 11:45 pm

Hi Boss ~

I like what you've done with these concepts, and your perspective on them. It sounds like you were close to your father as a supportive guide. Is that wrong or right?

~ Lizzy

Boss · Post by **Boss** » Fri Dec 09, 2005 4:09 am

It's both Lizzy.

You know how a person can mean so much and at the same time mean so little. My Dad hurt me, but he also instructed. We humans want complete answers when sometimes they just aren't forthcoming. Dad was a shmuck but he was also a beautiful dreamer, a man of poem. I love him and hate him - especially for leaving when I was 11. But as you grow, you can forgive.

I see him smiling each day; reciting a poem, writing a book...

Boss