Thursday, November 11, 2010

withdrawal

I'm leaving behind the rest of my kind, and removing myself from the race.
I'm washing clean society's scene, and rinsing my mouth of bad taste.
Withdrawing from muzzled mouths, machine-gunning blank words with each round;
From the printed accounts of gruesome, terrible crime;
From the noise and the dirt and the slum and the grime.
I'm leaving this ocean of bullshit far, far behind.

As the earth spins in orbital glide, the sun shades its back and lights its front side.
Untolled lives end with the night. Untolled lives begin with the light.
Life seems to float on a pool of extremes;
Flowing from best to worst or worst to best, with occasional leveling.

I'll not be swayed. I am determined to leave, and once gone, there'll be no weeping
on my shirt sleeve.
Withdrawing from an economic mutation: freeze enterprise, castlepolism, and press-
chasing power; from increase the exports, decrease the imports, tariff davenports,
duty-free whiskey quarts; from inflate the dollar, deflate its value; tax all the income
who is the victim?; from grow with the country, consume a T.V.; use a lawyer regularly to gain a 3% increase in G.N.P. ; from inflation, taxation and money orientation.
I am taking leave of it all, and I'll burn my credit cards as a symbol of withdrawal.

As the earth spins in orbital glide, the sun shades its back and lights its front side.
Untolled lives end with the night. Untolled lives begin with the light.
Necro or bio, dispositions of mind; where place the difference?
The decision is mine.

I'll not bend. My mind is made up. I'm withdrawing from a political circus that
features corrupt; from the codes and statutes obstructing my time; from the courts and their justice, mentally blind; from the in-forms, the out-forms, the forms for forming forms,
and the formed forms from forms.
Take all the forms, roll into a wad, then blast it into orbit and form a new moon.
I'm leaving, leaving, I tell you, and it isn't to soon.

As the earth spins in orbital glide, the sun shades its back and lights its front side.
Untolled lives end with the night. Untolled lives begin with the light.
There are flowers that open full bloom to the sun and close tight to the moon;
Accommodating the change of day in a most thought way.

I am leaving! And when I am ..."safe in my sylvan home, I'll tread on the pride of
Greece and Rome." Safe I'll be, without ambiguity. Safe I'll be, separated from
society. Safe I'll be, withdrawn from that which annoys me.

Egad! I am a fool. To escape is mad. I am only accepting the good part of the world, while withdrawing from the bad.
I'll use flower wisdom; accept life's extremes, then accommodate the differences
as my awareness deems.

I am going to stay; mingle with my kind. Accept all behavior as human and where I can, adjust and refine.

1 comment:

Nikki Di Virgilio said...

Dad, this is amazing. I resonate with this struggle- to leave or to stay. We must stay. Our words mean something- let's keep giving them.