regeneration sutra (video)

That Boy

That boy,
remember.
Not quite right - face
a little flatter, walk
a little odder, lips
a little wetter.

He walks around
the moving obstacles
on their way to work 
or class. That boy,
remember.
I can't
see him.

Being Ordinary

                                                                                     i.m. Harvey Sacks

Oh you've got someone to talk to all right,
parents, brother, sister, cousins and wife,
but you know what they'd say:
Oh John, you're so funny.
Oh. My God. Don't say things like that.
Oh grow a pair, will you?

And you're not going to talk to the guy in the pub
who's complaining about his kids and their cats
and the state of this nation. And the experts
are expensive and what would you say?
They'd think you were crazy and lock you away.

So you don't
talk.
So you fly.
Fly far away,
dying to be normal,
a direct journey to the last stop,
splattered and battered outside the chippie.

Got his feet on the ground now!
Oh he were a silent one.
It's always the quiet ones.
But he were a good lad
really.

Still Rocking

The pale kid on the stage,
Les Paul slung low,
playing power chords to the stars,
a solo for his angels.
He straddles the universes.
The sparkling motes of dust
rise vibrating,
dancing into the skies.
The night is on fire.