It Killed Part of The Future___(for Phil..12/3/23)
In too deep. Behind enemy lines.
We fought so hard for the world’s rebirth of spirit
It’s rebirth of innocence
& Beauty
& Love
We fought so hard for it
It killed part of the future
Hear The Drum___(12/2/23 after the funeral)
HEAR THE DRUM of the Playful Bard
HEAR THE DRUM OF THE eternal Shard
HEAR the gospel of inky-fingered void blanket on a collision course w/ all dream
If we don’t love & LIVE
NO REGRETS NO PRETENSE
MASKS must be broken
As the weapon of self-destruction
& the pure science of our true selves be known
Cease lending idle mind galaxies ON PETTY
STARLESS WONDERS
Cease lending idle imaginations
To the BLACK MIRROR filled with the laughter of the dead
Eating creativity
& SPIRIT
& ERASING WHOLE LIVES w the eraser of despair
& FORLORN
When BEAUTY is the only comfort
How cd we live in such a world
As this
A BELL RINGS & the Playful Bard
Vanishes w another figure
In to the distance
Drum in hand
MAD GLEAMING EYES OF CREATION
HEAR THE DRUM simple.
HEAR HIS DRUM
HEAR his wrestling the thick protoplasmic mucous of Nirvana for his world
The Playful Bard
Spreading rhythmic inventions
Across multiple multiverses
HEAR THE LINGERING FINGERNAIL
SCRATCHING GOD’S NOSE WHILE HE RESTS
HEAR THE EVER LASTING & RUSTED LIVING LIGHT
SHADOW OF TRUTH & HOPE
yet be warned if you file in
Procession
A pilgrimage we may find
IN THE IMMEASURABLE PLAYGROUND OF WORDS
Quite the pilgrimage
See. The golden, pissed on
Typewriter in the corner
RU MI AMUSINGLY THOUGHT WAS A SIMPSONS CHESS SET
Vibrating the color of Philthy
Oh DEATH who Have Singed/Melted/Fused
we two together by your
invisible life extracting
bound hand
I SEE YOU, THERE;
making the rounds
aided by the embalmers
cold hands & blue sleeves
I SEE YOUR PATH
I SEE YOUR WEAKNESS
& IMPERMANENCE
oh limiting concept of DEATH
YOU HIT LIKE MY SISTER
IS THAT ALL YOU GOT
i laugh, I can hear PHILTHY
PHIL THE PHILOSOPHER
belly laughing
all the way to the next door
oh DEATH you didn’t even knock us down; & my friend who you “ took” ALLOWED YOUR PUNK ASS TO COME
—(12/3/23)
Mythology of Grief_Virgoan Elegy
the inescapable inertia of all this here where i sit
traveling the astral interstates
Highways & back roads
Looking for you
I have a message from MERCURY
He says you can have a pair of his winged sandals
HERE
mute twizted & MAD GLEAMING EYES
he took them
Smiled
& PUSHED/FORCED ME
BACK IN TO MY BODY
I Keep Hearing Jim Morrison
chanting the spoken intro
To The Soft Parade
yeah, it’s definitely chanting
over & over
just the intro
WHEN I WAS BACK IN SEMINARY SCHOOL
THERE WAS PUT FORTH THE PROPOSITION
THAT YOU CAN PETITION THE LORD WITH PRAYER
THAT YOU CAN PETITION THE LORD W PRAYER
That you can petition the Lord w/ prayer
YOU CAN NOT PETITION THE
LORD WITH PRAYER
my ass asleep in oak armed writing chair
Feet planted like landing on foreign soil w/ a weapon
Or no passport
867-5309 on the radio
Reminding me that a rude ass cop that was a douchenozzle while you were lying there
Possibly already gone
& Medics working for a response
FULL ADRENAL HOPE OF
EMTS TO SAVE YOUR LIFE
& I almost cry again
& then remember
WE ARE WARRIORS
©2024 Merritt Waldon All rights reserved.
Standing in front of “Obey Giant” by Shepard Fairey
High Horse Bar in Louisville, KY, 2023
Merritt Waldon is a 50-year-old poet/artist who has been published in a wide variety of magazines/journals, and has four books published. He has devoted his entire life & being to Poetry.
He lives in Austin Indiana.
