my mind loaded to the hilt
buried bats, foul balls, stinking exhaust
unzipped fucks
unrequited passions
deeds hanging by a thread
belt buckles viciously poised
post fear syndrome
psychotic suicidal obsession
upset?! taking remedies for irrelevant maladies
citizenship burnt at the altar
incense tricked tripped seeping through the bathroom door
a trail of yesterday's solutions
evaporating, a stain
of false hope
turn up that goddamn saxophone
volume high the screech of sound
eradicate peace
the crap of diatribe
pass me a fast pome
bombs wait for no one
judih
feb 26/05
post script:
Last night, while waiting for the doors to open to an Archie Shepp concert, me in the heart of Tel Aviv with my son, man and friends, hear cellphones ringing in the crowd and yeah, there'd been another suicide bomb just north of us at a disco on the boardwalk.
live, people, live, for tomorrow may be a dream unfulfilled.
thank you jude i'm sorry your songs have to be from the front, but i'm glad it's your high caliber of singing that bears the news...