The morning I shall expend
\nIn doctors\u2019 waiting rooms;
\nBook on knee, pen in hand
\nAss on chair, hair on head
\nWater in polycarbonate beside
\nCellphone in thick wool bag \u2014
\nBut mostly pen in hand
\n(Extension of brain)
\nWriting this bridge to you
\nOn this Joker day.<\/p>\n
My heart is warm
\nThe expected day is cold.<\/p>\n
Other patients in pairs,
\nOr silent within themselves
\nMeditate on sterile walls
\nPerhaps some artist
\nSome heavenly graffittist
\nCould recreate these walls
\nPretend this pseudo-Roman
\nPaper is a passing freight,
\nA rolling easel \u2014
\nCould spray with sure swift
\nArm-length strokes his
\nBrain on view.<\/p>\n
That would pry me
\nOut of this acrid funk.
\nCould spray curved
\nShoulder-spasmed
\nWords out of his
\nSkunk works onto
\nMy waiting retinas
\nShake me into his
\nReality his young
\nSoon to be old tired
\ninsensate numbness . . .<\/p>\n
You there!
\nStill young there!
\nSpray me flowers,
\nFlames, curlyques,
\nSpray me rainbows
\nBlessings curses prayers
\nSpray me a graff
\nThat reminds me I too
\nOnce knew a DP when
\nDisplaced Person
\nWas not
\nDouble Pop
\n\u2014 which is more revolting:
\nThe destruction of lives
\nOr the dismissal of one?<\/p>\n
The rule of this room is
\nSilence churchlike silence
\nSilence of the damned
\nOf the Spammed of the atheistic
\nLand of soap and story
\nSplashed on screens right side up
\nFor the obsessively curious.<\/p>\n
A.D.D. doesn\u2019t add up.
\n\u2014 how can anyone
\nBecome so obsessed with
\nImagery in the virtual reality
\nOf music, talk radio, video,
\nVideogames splashing over his
\nConsciousness that
\nHe can\u2019t live?<\/p>\n
What is real?<\/p>\n
Are we holographic?
\nAre we splashes of
\nHolographic paint
\nforming on intention?<\/p>\n
Grab me! Shake me!
\nBring me somewhere!
\nMake a here for me!
\nMake a now for me!<\/p>\n
Spray on reality:
\nAngelic graffitti.<\/p>\n
Pause<\/p>\n
Immediacy is the measure
\nOf progress. No three
\nHundered year multi-
\nGenerational cathedrals
\nConstruction projects here.
\nHere we build today
\nRip down tomorrow.
\nHere we rip down
\nYesterday.
\nCoat the wreckage with spray painted
\nIcons thinner than breath
\nInhale paint fumes
\nCoat your lungs with the new nicotine
\nGo to the doctor
\nWait in his room
\nWatch the walls and wait
\nFor vases to spring to life.<\/p>\n
Oh, look: dancers!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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