blue #1 (for Derek Jarman)
the famous
the near famous
the how‑do‑you‑do‑need‑more
room room‑mates
the trackers who come seeking the grail
getting high off the souls
of our boots
the zodiac
spinning like a sister we've shot thru with pellets
a carnival's worth of time
over & over ( & over )
in the ha‑ha gallery
the Famous
they'll Karess you
with their charm
& kill you with their false pride
& sad egos -
writing one haiku a day
is good exercise
if you "know" what haiku
is
i am not gotama's brother
or child
or disciple
i am crippled white american jewboy
a drip drip in the arm of god
( we are all suicidal ) ( the brilliant flat chested
mix‑bred nervous little woman
said )
yes ‑ but we all don't know it
& we're all killers too
prognosis:
possible partial recovery
if the side effects
don't kill you
live with your fame like a virus
& your virus like fame both will suck your life away
i am not comfortable with my illness
i do not like going blind
being blind
my bowels & my heart
they bleed
blue paper
blue jacket
blue walls.
Steve Dalachinsky
New York City, NY, USA
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steve_Dalachinsky
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