I Feel Good (for James Brown)

Old age subsides for a moment….

it does that, it comes in waves…

old age, sickness and death the

ultimate diagnosis…

it’s nice to be in remission.

Old age means soon no more poems…

I wrote thousands of them…

better than a sit-com…

better than a serial movie…

better than any entertainment…

you can read them while there’s still time.

Poets, those divine goofs,

filled the twentieth century with their troofs,

and people noticed, for a while…

while thinking was free range,

not herded into troughs fashioned by media,

not blared over loud speakers the way

CNN dominates airports…

people used to read.

Public fantasy,

made up scenarios wilder than imagination

have doped/duped many into unconsciousness.

just as Orwell said.

Who needs chains when you can just tell

people where to go, how to live, 

what to think? 

You’d better revolt, folks, because

these are the reasons.