June 27, 2006- The Hollow Cost

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    June 27, 2006- The Hollow Cost

    Tugged ever closer to This clock’s final
    Hour, the fleeting
    flying minutes and seconds, seconds
    and days, and following
    nights
    evaporate into certain
    conscious memory or
    nothing. Hiding
    under the bed is not for me- I
    need air to
    breathe,
    not fear.

    Lost to us all
    is the key to the past, to the Over
    good times and Over
    bad, so why
    do we linger to search?
    Why do we linger and waste precious burn-
    Time to look for
    the Hive from which our wax
    sprung?

    And why do we linger?

    Restless hands pull me and push me ever
    Forward, never back:
    Don’t look back, lest
    salty lips
    you should taste
    with a stiffened
    tongue.

    I am possessed by the urgency,
    the urgency of Living, the instinct
    that keeps the insects
    buzzing
    (although they don’t know why)
    and makes the leaves
    sprout forth in spring,
    and whispering, tells the newborns that soon
    they must totter and toddle (like
    all bipedaled freaks)
    because that,
    That,
    is the way of things, the way of
    Life, the urgency
    that makes things
    Be and Grow and shriveL and dissolvE into
    nothing.
    Nothing at all.


    And perhaps I will have a chance
    One day,
    A shiny chance (of my very own)
    to be seen and marveled at before my
    Installment
    into nature’s junk drawer, where
    discarded items in death
    lay dreaming
    of days when a benevolent Sun
    flowed fierce through their veins.
    And maybe when
    That chance comes, I will
    blind myself and
    sell my arms and legs
    and heart, so all I am
    is a floating face a fleeting grin
    that cheshirely chimes my moment of victory!-
    ah, that moment alone,
    my moment before
    I dissipate
    from polite society’s
    recollection and
    follow the path of my choosing.
    I will not compromise, if only for the sake
    of being stubborn.

    They may chop off my
    head and cut my hair
    but still I will stand-
    unbending/
    unyielding in my quest
    for the perfect
    me the quaint-
    essential me, the answer
    to my questions and my answers and this, too,
    shall pass.
    This, too, will pass me and
    envelop me in waving robes
    of purest sound, the harmonance
    and dissony
    that is the Seraphim Song.

    Perhaps, I will join them,
    If I sing loudly enough. Perhaps,
    (they will say)
    “No, this is not the way
    of things, these things cannot be
    done this way,” and will fling me
    from the peaks as though
    I were
    a (dancing)
    fleck
    (of snow.)


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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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