ASHES

Flipping Thru Your Photographs
of faraway lands, the coasts in hot sunrise, the rocks in high contrast,
the subways of three different cities,the Hotels Rooms like the old Chelsea,
the King’s Chambers, Remnants of the Berlin Wall,
the war memorials, graveyards with wreaths, and Human Skulls wrapped in currencies.
All of Which You Would Never Have Seen
if You Hadn’t Come to that HARD CHOICE
to walk away from your old creative life, roll the dice,
and start with that entry level job among the Ivy League Laureates
and SUCCEED, ADVANCE,
to FOCUS
DEAL WITH THE RUTHLESS,
GROW AND BECOME MARRIED.
I see the Libations of Your Love and Friendships. a Toast.
I Saw This. I Felt Bittersweet in those images.
I Got to Be There, vicariously
and I will paint them, live it that way.
Yes, sometimes I stoke the fire of my own paranoia
and I will let all that go, go…
We are not characters in a novel,
Who We Were, What We Lived..
(see) WE ARE HERE NOW, THE LINEAGE, THE REALNESS OF YOU AND I.
People Pass.
I’m left holding the ashes of our friend wrapped in a cartoon bandanna
that I’m scared to open..
the prayer- Help me see to do the correct thing.

Categories: Manic Beatnik Riffing

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