Puritanism
Larry King Live, monkey head hunched
between red suspenders, asks a panel
of female inmates:
“Do you miss intimacy? Intimate
relations
behind
bars?”
Naturally depraved, I contaminate the truth
of the whole with my impoverished partial,
point of view & terms of desire.
I swim in original sin, not registering the waves
of violence from every stroke I make all soaking
wet & can’t tell the difference between amniotic
fluid and solid ground.
IT’s beyond me.
This is happy description, not condemnation.
The
damage done comes from ignorance & denial. That
I know this for sure is an immaculate conception.
not macular.
These quaint terms offend the conscientious & are
ludicrous to the savvy if not ridiculous.
“There are objections
to them, no doubt, for
academical use,” says Ralph Waldo: “but when
the professor’s gown is off, man will come back
to them.”
The Shadow
I am
socio-pathetic. It don’t
affect me that
there are
starving swollen
bellied
children
in Africa, flies on
their eyes,
youngsters
shot in Connecticut
& blown away in
Oklahoma,
dead possum in the
middle of the road: these
don’t wake me in the
middle of the night
in a cold
sweat,
bed
sheets
in a wad.
Because I didn’t
do any of it.
Not I. Me neither.
Inner city
crime, drug use,
illegal
immigration,
inadequate health
care, teen age
pregnancy,
guns
galore, tattoos and
their removal
don’t
bother me
none. I don’t
participate. None of
my mind-my-own business, not that it
isn’t
interesting. It’s all
interesting. How
come?
One
wonders. Reasons why? On the one
hand?
say, but yet on the
other hand?
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