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