AFTER ALL THE YEARS WORRYING ABOUT BEING DIDACTIC

the crusade of pain

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another hitler in those dark shades
that bleed away all the color
and reduce vision to black and white

I post-modern man all wary
staying away from drawing lines in the sand
or declaring anything permanent
for any length of time
oblivous stoic going thru my mundane day
until a round house from behind to my temple
a staggering sucker punch
from a horrifying creature of terrible grace
knocks me right out of my life

i sensed
i would
have died
had it wanted

my Pain seemed carefully measured
to activate me as some kind of alarm


i begin to awake and sensations of the sacred
set me writing a poetry dreaming of cosmic order

I worry my cravings for peace
are the residuals of a bout with mad
something the new med.'s
will push out of my head in a few weeks

maybe some mentat chain will break and I'll write
my happy sappy
got over the depression
post-treatment tract


fret what if I am going to crash
and wake up baffled
by how I was ever
stupid and deluded enough
to put my faith
back in this system

hope
is the last thing we expect
to find in a voting booth


we've been burned before
we're all scarred up

shot up and jailed and abused and wasted
and you name it baby





still
I sense
inside us
a mighty roar
that will make them shit themselves and run



call me crazy
whatever

I have been preparing for this moment
all of my life*

yr words
will never hurt me again

I'm ready
to fight you

stick for stick
stone for stone



or
just
forgive

you


with a kiss
on the cheek

and a

welcome to the show










*phil collins
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