Here before me
is my attention being,
my attention is being
paid, I am who is paying,
I am pushing myself to think
using tools adapted to slow a mind
determined from some long ago get go
schema pattern form in long ago gotten
information distributing letters let go be
t-
goods and services, unsellable, never sold,
as when we went about winning souls, we bet
our very lives that all our active words would be
usable to escape sacred wisdom hierarchies, evil
live wires shorted out under a gnoshit-ton ice load,
weather works whether we wished or prayed or not
too cool for school, old dudes, on that, Gene Vincent
first wave post Korea popped culture, rythmn 'n' blues
aside from me, tell the folks, how I remember Gene Vincent
and Sgt. John Whykill and the Kaffen kid, on clarinet,
clarifying if I ever was saved, or not… same idea
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We' re be we all ever so many as now,
U know, we never really thought about it,
now, some days, we do, think a while, for nothin'
just be that kinda guy, high and lonesome, old school
monk in a cell fasting from forgetting remembering
joining fluids pounded on old solid anchors, amens
too true, we did expound freely we received, amen
so seems written, as it happened to be, so it was
musical memories from brittle 78's the greats,
and the great pretenders, we all could play the roles
certain souls who won parts
in my after life, include
some loser small town girls,
all a lot like standard model
fifties mom got pregnant to win her catch, her match
was struck, got pregnant at fifteen, her catch, never
to live like we did in Wikiup in the Forties, not again
that girl, she never wanted no baby, she wanted out-
never
wanted things
to be this way, but baby, I'm broke,
and I break things, if I lie, and say I never meant to
take what was not given, fair and square, I paid and
felt I did my best, for no good reason, just feels good,
to do it darkly almost as if, there remains some good
in life's generally commonly sensed mysteries of good
begotten by chance, fitting the genre to the t crossed
dotted eyes, chance focusing general intelligence at us.