Turn On

Turn me on, I say, so I can say more words.

Start me up, I love that song, so positive 

into the thick of things this reality we find

ourselves in if we’re lucky, if we find ourselves 

ever at all not lost in the shuffle of causes and

conditions beyond our control.

Live a little would be good while you have time

not measuring out the future with such coffee spoons

that you numbly never get to, or retirement even

when all you find out is that you never knew how

to live in the first place, driven by fear until you

got there, then what is your only empty question,

taking cruises, visiting ruins in case that will help.

There’s so much good that could be done if only

we wanted to…that doesn’t occur to many

self absorbed into their own survival, not much

better than the other monkeys out on a limb.

Yes, a little cynical…I’d be good as a Blues

musician but I can’t carry a tune unfortunately.

Fortunately, I’m cheerful in spite or because of

cynicism, which, besides beauty, all the artists

are familiar with…Punk rock, for example, or

the paintings of Francis Bacon, beauty and horror 

in the same venue, the avenue of lost souls, which

has its own fascination like a battlefield in aftermath.

When will we ever learn? The truth has always been

out there, which, in fact, is right here, the dead horse

I continue to beat like Krag on a drum…is that a

conundrum? Just thought I’d ask in case anyone is

listening.