Thursday, August 9, 2012

Goodbye, Columbus

As I sit here listen to Visions of Johanna played by Jerry Garcia written and composed by Bob Dylan, I can not help but feel slightly empty. My apartment is bare, my things are packed. I am writing this post seated on my living room floor, using my rubbermaid step ladder as a table for my lap top, and it sets me to thinking. Half of the possessions we have are of very little importance but all of our friends and all of our memories are timeless and invaluable. A few words for thought, a poem of sorts, a form that I have not experimented with.

I Remain, Bowling Lane
An experiment with Stella Blue
by David Wolfe

The world; rotating, churning, dreaming, 
inhabitants failing, romancing, drowning

Civilizations breaking beneath gravity 
pressure, breaks our morals, our truths shatter

The strain of status quo, being just okay,
We fight mediocrity with low standards
Praise self worth 

In the end there's still that song comes crying like the wind
Down every lonely street that's ever been 

Humanities tired glare falters at the rising sun
It shuns, go back to sleep we plead. Slumber.
Weary eyes, smudging palms; defying odds

In the end there's still that song comes crying like the wind
Down every lonely street that's ever been 

The blanket we climb under, when our hearts sunder
Never clean, ripping, soggy lumber.
Lightning strikes. We crumble from thunder. 
The unavoidable, relentlessly unformed 

In the end there's still that song comes crying like the wind.
Down every lonely street that's ever been

In the words of Phillip Roth Goodbye Columbus, you have been good to me and for this I am grateful! 

-DW



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