Friday, April 23, 2010

I want only jazz in my life.

Limitations are only those you accept.

The Dreams We Weave

The dreams we weave
the lives we lead
in pursuit.

To mollify
that small child
in a lonely upstairs bed
so he thinks, angry at, silently screaming:
"Momma and Daddy (down below).
I am good. I am great. You'll see."

Youth melts in tears. And years.

New friends, new success
So important.
Grown now,
in another place.
Of course.

Then back.
Sooner rather than later,
Death is always a surprise.

To carry shovelfulls of green earth.
Dollar bills, really, tinged with a hollow laugh.
To bury the old folks.
With an expensive headstone.

Yet; when it is all said and done
(an old expression, no?)
The same scream, really.
From a new old bed; in the new old town:
"See, Mom and Dad, I matter!
Does your universe have ears? Like the Easter bunny?
Look at me. I matter."

Another surprise.

A visit to a final grave.
Theirs? Ours?
To hide childish grown-up embarrassment of daytime,
in darkness.
To lie on the earth
and embrace them now.
In tearful plea
for forgiveness.

Foolish now.
Young/old journeymen.

The journey ends where it (should have) began.
In their loving embrace,
Down the wooden stairs
from the bedroom to theirs
into their bed
"The boogeyman, Mommy, Daddy! He says I don't matter!"

They would have said "Yes, Yes, my daring, you matter" and
Covered with their warm sheets and quilt,
the miracle of cuddle.

Now with stains of grass and dirt.
Final total solace,
in the arms
once again,
of blood.

All else was for naught.
Money. Success. Applause. Others.
Blood is all.
Tomorrow. Now. Forever.

Thursday, April 08, 2010

The Evolutionary Imperative; the Male Burden

If I were John Edwards' or Tiger Woods' lawyer, how would I defend them against charages of infidelity and sexual addiction?

I would raise the issue of "Evolutionary Imperative". That is, men have a superabundant need for sex because evolution burdened them (and continues to burden them) with human procreative destiny. Women only drop and egg a month. Men have millions of sperm being created every few hours, all crying: "Let me out! Let me out!" Millions and millions of little "zoa" all hoping to be the one (out of millions) that can join with an egg. Men are to be pitied, not condemned. They seek multiple women (vessels, really) not from addiction, but as captives of evolutionary demands. Women should try to wake up everyday with the requirement to spread millions of their seed, to seek out a single egg, all the while knowing that each release of millions will fail, while only one, here and there, will succeed.

Men are not addicts; they are sexual slaves, owned lock, stock and barrel by the evolutionary imperative. No wonder the Gods made sex pleasurable; such a small benefit to balance such a large responsibility.