Brave Soul
Brave Soul
24 July 2019
jp
Sitting on porch
feet up
trying to wind down
key in machine broken
only winds up
not down
or maybe I misunderstand the
technology
wind up is only purpose
wind up music boxes are nice
wind up…
very different meaning if
navigating high seas
maybe that’s what I failed to
see
wind up…
which may be the only place of
comfort for me…
like you
who would not have it any other
way…
my kamikaze pilot
for a cause
which can only be truth
and because you know that you
will never arrive
you are prepared to in the end
to dive
sink in the sea
brave soul…
like Vincent
he had to paint
ultimately toward his own
destruction
to leave a legacy worth it.
Odd how such suffering
of giving life to others
beautiful paintings
music
joy
so often destroys the soul that
gives
like motherhood
certainly husbandry
we men all die younger.
I had two cigarettes today
one with a woman high powered
established
she would not let me take our
photograph together
wolfing down our steak lunches
she said because she looked too
much a wreck…
the second woman Lebanese
sharing her Benson and Hedges
Slims
for whom I was writing a
business plan
she said
I don’t tell my kids I smoke.
Lives of secrecy and little self
worth.
In contradiction to their public
success.
Funny world.
And you
my kamikaze pilot
seeking truth
knowing you will never arrive
dive into the sea
brave soul.
Then I finished my sixth beer
in thinking about all this
night time deep fallen
city to sleep
feet up
sitting on porch.
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