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Pollyanna space thrill

a cup full of wastrel

the finger lingers

hovers above the dyke

waters rise nonchalant

landlubbers are drunk

how do I stop it

this vitriol

this waste from the font

how do I cop to the

the fight and the pace

illuminated hate spills into Times Square

white rage

and the umbrage 

that will reverb like hot phlegm

it makes me see rage

it makes me see them

when, in my bunny slippers, robed and asleep

I choose to count warriors

instead of sheep

it’s a Pollyanna

thrill

I am in the first car

when it returns to the base

I’ll re-ride the black star

the cyclone hits again and again

I’m fucked if I lose

I’m fucked if I win

there you are

here I am

in the midst of a war

there you are

here I am

this is it so far

even then

uneven time

even then

the salted wound

even then

the men, the men

and the women were something to fear

even now

the memory post it

even now

given grace by a story

the knowing look

away from the stage

where you have chosen to be

where you will age

even then

uneven now

even then

departing gloom

even then

the men, the men

and the women are something to fear

Help

the dying goes on and on

like a waltz undressing a song

the windows are open

birds leave their wires

alignments betrayed

and the dying goes on and on

help me I cried

give me reason to live

while the dying goes on and on

like a monk with a lotto win

manifest your future

you silly old cow

she says with a wide apple grin

help’s on the way

make your intentions clear

the dying goes on and on

the living take longer to win

there’s a bird on the wire

with a message that comes

none too soon

manifest your future

take charge of the fire

don’t follow the rest

plant yourself on the island marooned

scrape the sand from your heart

uncover the jewel

leave your life in the hands
of this big poochy moon

For Maria