Monday, July 03, 2006

Don’t Lie (Down)

Here we go again
mmmmmmmmcrawling through the fog-smitten alleyways
mmmmmmmmslipping down the frost-bitten solar-rays
Tail of mice n’ men
mmmmmmmmtalking through the deaf-leopard sign-language
mmmmmmmmlooking down the blind-shepherd sacrilege
Once was now n’ then
mmmmmmmmsifting through the pre-modern telegraphs
mmmmmmmmfalling down the post-undern moses-staffs
Wonder where n’ when
mmmmmmmmpeeking through the barbered-wire picket-fence
mmmmmmmmknocking down the harbored-ire wicked-sense
A quarter past ten
mmmmmmmmsleeping through the after-noon street-bustle
mmmmmmmmshaking down the before-moon neat-hustle
Past bedroom n’ den
mmmmmmmmskipping through the near-empty city-gates
mmmmmmmmfeeling down the near-plenty pity-rates
Have yearning n’ yen
mmmmmmmmpiercing through the sub-zero heartless-freeze
mmmmmmmmhopping down the pub-hero cutlass-pleas
Lay down thought n’ pen
mmmmmmmmreading through the inky-blue chapter-lines
mmmmmmmmwriting down the very-true after-signs

mmmmmmlosers now winning; the sun hasn’t set
mmmmmit’s just beginning; don’t lay down just yet

8 Comments:

Anonymous nancy hopkins said...

While I highly enjoy your sense of rythm, I do need some explanation. Is this meant as a post-gimmel-tammuz article? As in DONT GIVE UP?

7/03/2006 10:19 AM  
Blogger jakeyology said...

well, i gave a class on leadership (inspired by gimmel tamuz) and this was inspired by that (all the different views and "leaders" the people at the class gave).

the poem is in motion: the first four stanzas speak of lack in leadership (fog, frost, deaf, blind, barb-wire...) and it's not our fault but the fault of the situation;

the next two stanzas move from lack of leadership on the worlds part to my acknowledging the lack of initiation on my (our) part (sleep late, hustle, like empty cities, and pity-rates, where we don’t have to work);

the next two stanzas portray the work of becoming a leader (piercing through, reading between the lines, writing to change the world);

the final two lines are the hope of what's going to be...

7/03/2006 5:25 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I Love the last two lines.

7/04/2006 1:28 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

thank you jake!! i love you and i love america!

7/04/2006 11:40 AM  
Anonymous j said...

i think once you explain a poem, it losses some of its excitment.

7/05/2006 2:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

and i love bob

7/05/2006 11:49 PM  
Anonymous nancy hopkins said...

not true. i'm learning his style. i'll get the hang of his programming and then i'll appreciate them eventually on my own.

i enjoy your brilliant talent mr. weird hat ;)

7/06/2006 3:01 AM  
Anonymous jess said...

programming? u think he was programmed this way?

and who's "mr. weird hat"

7/07/2006 4:45 AM  

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