Democrat, Illinois - The ElectroLounge
Democrat, Illinois - The ElectroLounge
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58 !<br />
think “Benny” in my mind over & over & over & over & hope & wait & keep saying it over<br />
& over & over—<br />
!"#$%#&'()#$*$+,$*$-.&#$/001!<br />
!<br />
lvi.<br />
Maybe he’ll come, maybe he won’t, I slow my frantic & slowly assemble my limbs,<br />
make a freak grab for my will, stand? Maybe stand?<br />
I don’t know if I’m standing but within the image holds, I bear it lightly,<br />
“Better, mate”<br />
Now he comes.<br />
“Explain any of this?”<br />
He laughs.<br />
“Not a word?”<br />
“You don’t need one & there isn’t one you’d like.”<br />
“Not much help now you’re here.”<br />
“Help? I can give you help. Change it. Uncause it. Disappear everything around you.<br />
What else?”<br />
“What next?”<br />
“Make something better!”<br />
I’m sitting on a dirty bus in a coastal city after a long night shilling for a corporatedoled<br />
pittance & think: I want to disappear from this story awhile, no me but at the far end<br />
of a black pen<br />
that’s what’s better, what I intend, a push forward from a throw long unmade—<br />
here it is, watch me go, the blank store windows, the chilled clear air—going, going,<br />
the music on my little machine, the old black woolen coat on my back—my red t-shirt says<br />
Las Vegas<br />
going going<br />
my beat clothes, beat eyeglasses—leaving to some other angle on these pages<br />
going going<br />
just as loving<br />
deep deep loving—<br />
leaving the bus near my home & hoping this will shoot this world somewhere new<br />
good, dangerous,<br />
matters even more—gone—<br />
lvii.<br />
Write grateful beyond the azure wings against downy sky, praise high higher from<br />
mind & memory’s snowy drunken throne, recall what good ever, conjure it now, world not a<br />
pull between good & evil but kindness & numb, empathy & disinterest<br />
large black hands slowly turn over cards to reveal deeper what is, remember how it<br />
felt to wonder how this would feel<br />
smack the vein to pour in the icy illusion, smack again til the arm is raw with abuse