from
this week in July 2013 (I
was 68)
There
are certain waves of bad stuff
you have to personally wade into
to get caught up and carried off
You have to make a conscious association
know on some level at least you are
on the periphery of vulnerability
So you thought you kept your distance
and only saw the bad stuff on TV
But the web of association vibrates
and the pulse in the current carries
the ripple of every stone
that strikes the surface of the grid
Associates from work die of cancer
jogging heart attack car wreck
suicide by gunshot by hanging by pills
Drunken uncle in mangled car with prostitute
Even living in a serene wooded enclave
Neighbor on one side
put a shotgun to his angry chest
Neighbor on the other side
sentenced to death then commuted to life
in San Quentin at the age of twenty-three
Threw a dope deal informant
off the San Mateo Bridge
Most recently we hear friend Chris
whose volcano remained dormant thirty years
moved to Thailand to go to jail
He drunkenly ran his pick-up truck
into two young girls on a scooter killing one
I leave out personal stuff
and I’m serious when I say
my life has been pretty normal
pretty suburban middle-class fortunate
it’s just that we start life
with such crock of shit expectations
the actuality can take us by surprise
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