Well, Shall We Go?
That time at dusk when the ground opened up and swallowed the past
I had a really hard time letting go
We needed movement, motion, something tangible and fast
Enough esoteric roadblock action, lets move on this
So I wrote a book about it and the storms began
Not usual storms but decadent and uninspired storms, heavy hail
and floods for days
Backlash into the next century,
so unnecessary for mother nature to lay such a beat-down on us
My imagination was held captive for weeks in purgatorio while the world dried out
It was global rehab but pretty soon like Mayakovsky out and over the fence
I chewed gum for awhile and listened to some Algerian noise bands
A little wind brought forth a respite and the fables turned back on us, a
gross underwhelming, we had thought that love would help the movement
That love is all around
like Fairy tales gone amok with flavors that could last for days
Wrote Beckett once:
"Well, shall we go?"
And he followed Joyce
And Proust met Joyce, Marcel huddled in a blanket for fear of cold and asthma
"ESTRAGON: I hear something. POZZO: Where? VLADIMIR: It's the heart."
And I met all in a photo album in the University of Haberstadt library waiting for
my family reunion and for the snow to start falling after a month of Death Valley symptoms
And it is what it is
Love is all around, just stop being such a stopgap and stop to smell the coffee
The wait was unendurable
Weight that is indescribable
So I called to the Gods and found the right psalms in the record stacks
The promise of graying Atari cartridges in the foyer
Welcome home
And sooner or later family shows up and they take you for what you are
A group hug ensues and you realize that you can make it through any storm or dream
Welcome home
you can
lets go.
8.25.04