My generation were anti-heroic when it came to Ecology but I never personally stopped noticing that, wondering who they expected to raise awareness when theirs was so dim? So what turned out is that I got boxed into this situation of being to myself an imaginary mentor to this new generation who is heroic towards Ecology in so far as trying to explain what happened before and why the anti-heroic generation I am part of do not admit that about themselves and of course I have to be attacked and accept that because I am after all brain damaged from torture and Nazi tactics gangs like Carnegie Mellon have perfected using me as the object in their claim to being heroic, which obviously has some anti-hero to them. So the result is that the anti-heroes explain it all by making me the object of their explanation and for perfectly understandable reasons that leaves the heroic generation wanting out of my mentorship, so it's entirely imaginary, this curse of explaining.
Point of No Return
A Czech commoner, Louis Faucher,
Had been a General of France.
To avoid dishonor when desertion was ordered
And to hide who he was from the Germans.
Awaiting execution in prison
Well, in Hungary
Refugees were taught catechism
Catholic prayers and given false identity papers - by the government.
A school for Jewish refugee kids was referred to as
an excellent Hungarian orphanage up the mountain
while unlike him it was found out in the end
while like him saw liberation in time.
How we hide; how we liberate
once spoke well of us.
The Irish Kid
The only kiss
That I can remember
Is the kiss I gave to Greta.
It will be on my lips
For as long as I can remember.
No don’t turn blue or green
It’s the same thing you have seen.
Who?
Who do you mean?
The time box keeps
The word is heart.
You might want to look away, look away.
Lady. How fascinating you are
How beautiful you are
Look away so I can say it all once more
Her Picture
Normally, I wouldn't bother (having nothing to say)
but there's this feeling in the air that someone
might rather I did; so please save one for me.
I guess the way a purple flower sits
very pink and proud on your lotus raised hand
would be asking for the time before sleep
when a quiet moment seems very sweet,
don't you think?
So, please, save one for me.
If some time might pass perhaps I'd have it
snap my fingers, look that's just right
but I'm such a hasty man, just please,
save one for me.
The History of Evictions
The good guy gang bring roses every time.
They lay in wait with sermons and cruel smiles;
There’s a place in their resentment
Another in death row
They follow you with Bibles and crows.
Jackie Ruby’s venture was a rout
All in place with Hollywood and Nixon advance scouts
Not only not the beginning
Crime of the century was just the insult
The Cyrils needed.
Rhythm tenses;
Shimmy in Jagger.
A teacher makes her point in jabbing you to stop
When enough has been said
So let me think it through
Have I said enough to entertain you?
The good guy gang bring roses every time
They lay in wait with sermons and cruel smiles;
There’s a place in their resentment
Another in death row
They follow you with Bibles and crows.
There was one last blast for Argentina
For the onset of festivities
Scheduled to take place at Ambassador Hotel
Two months after Memphis and then the record rolled
White White White but never whitey with them.
Bank rolls royce.
The minute men set the fires over Havana
Anywhere they found flammable.
The church bells ring occasionally.
In Love with you
For the night
I just wanted to be
An old coat
Hanging in Salvation Army
Unbought
My collar fixed
A transistor
Playing an old song
In dim lights of a closed part of town
This way
The frantic and frenetic discomfort
You seem to be in
Can try me on
Look yourself over
Shake your head no
And put me back
No harm done
And I will hang there peacefully
Singing my old second hand tune
For nobody, nobody but you
And as it dims
It will also ring again loud, soft
And terribly second hand
Shedding second hand tears
In love with you
Degrees of Black and White in Phillipsburg
Whatever that may have all been about
I guess it needn't concern you and me.
The clock, I don't see it, oh, there it is,
it's evening, bright with summer, cool with fan
and somehow I managed to turn around
from that lockpress gaze.
Where then, seeing you, and seeing you again
I calmed down, I laughed, I cried.
almost barren movie gazette tumbles ~ see I'm funny with words.
oh, nobody's here but me, I didn't mean it like that sorority
ts'okay.
where then piano chart chart, yeah chart wow.
guess that's where I click return huhn, okok
uhm
something about a real old kiss from a long time ago
that's root, know what I mean?
Like, like them letters I stupid keep
I 'on't know what all they is
don't don't get bothered for friends that much.
You can tell her she
has an aptitude
she will understand what you did.
Everything but that
you went to the park.
That will be hard. I don't know why.
I think I'm just saying that.
Maybe because it's disturbing that no one's really there.
Romantic
The family never had much money
Her dad was always mean
That’s how she stayed a virgin
And kept up her shallow clean
Life never changed much
Once she turned fifteen
By the time she went to college
She was expert on blue eye shadow
Trite she was not.
At some point she realized
There were lots of men to choose from
Advised to avoid the jealous type
Saw some classmates fall for creepy.
Her glance flicked off the wandering lewd
The feminists and lesbians chalked her off
Grounds for resentment came in spiffier packages
She was classified as pretty and humdrum
Seasonal magazine discard pile.
She never said a word I didn’t admire.
She never had anything to lie about
I was too messed up to ask her out either
But that vacant seeming Pittsburgh girl
Was top.