feeling conflicted, this goes beyond the
you or i
cutting up the past, standing up to father figures (this means what?), starting our tribe
the animal in you i HATE but LOVE
bursts of physical not always kind
it’s the human in you that muddles my intellect
the revolution looks different than i imagined and without nectar/ambrosia the humor
gets lost
maybe sticking it to the man is better suited to the young
it is what we DO that defines us
and i don’t want to be trailer trash manifestations of nail polish names
“I could have been Somebody!”
as glass shatters and the air becomes putrid with hops
i want to cut through the cosmic bullshit and understand the connections but dharma is
often sidetracked by human drama
if i am not creating, what am i as
WOMAN
what must be unblocked to give a shit about something other than boys, booze, cigarettes
YOU have been MY mirror
at times i have not liked what i see
sit with it detach observe
sounding like a dirty hippie
why should one be ashamed of one’s roots?
the birds are silent after my breathing; the wind stills
sounds from my childhood gone save the freeway
she returns with a whisper but the answers have not come
the old poems were about running away
searching for home
20 years it still doesn’t exist
but i love you and that is as close as we are going to get
