Sunday, July 24, 2011

27. . . up (in memoriam)



Don't know what to say, or feel, or do
I never do
or do
or do

it just don't seem fair
when a restless outlaw wind
streaks fire in her hair




































no it don't seem right
screaming scribes of the soul
they lift up the moment
dance like a demon
then
savagely
throw life away



all part of the act/tion
to press acceleration 
until it's past blur
as if 
in an act
of
stunning
subversion
you have finally
bought the myth
of your goddamn godhood


some
trains
wreck
slow
ly
but
most
are
too
fast.


and the sweet
ceremony
of innocence
(blood
sacrifice) 
gets
drowned 
in
the
babble
of
fame


to die in a blur of speed 
splashed on the wall
 no better than a fly
just try
to see James Dean
 inch thick on the asphault
a smile on his waxen face



don't know what the point of this-all is
but I know I won't sanction
this queasy twisting in my gut
for someone I never knew
or even liked
or ever listened to


is it better to fly
or die
or fly and die
or only
just

to

try












2 comments:

  1. I never heard her sing until today. Someone put a YouTube of her singing Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow? on Open Salon. She was wonderful. Teared me up.

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  2. I LOOOOOVE that song. I must look it up.

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