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July 24th, 2014 § 0 comments

Poem #373 for Joanne Ruocco

 

Truth is, I came here to play,
to listen to the dead, the earth, the pulse, the slow crawl
to create within the energy of the hurricanes and the voodoo.

It is almost time to end this book,
this journey that began months and months ago…
to close this exploratory journey into the depth of my
sadness, grayness, loneliness, heartbreak and confusion.

It is almost time to break open another mystery,
fight harder
question more
love intensely
fuck logic

My life so far got me here
but here is where I have been most of my life;
it is time that here be higher
here be in another dimension
here, another world, another existence
here be god.

Right now I am at the corner of a bar
doubling down on my double jacks
tearing away at these last few pages
being exactly what I need to be right now

…and for at least that, cheers to my city!

 

 

 

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(written with pen on paper)

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