Get off your ass
and tell these people
something,
anything you fool,
say the dust has collected
in the corners and
the leaves are lining the gutters
and the birds don’t care for your poetry
Say that your brain has
holes in it and cannot,
could not hold the water.
Say it, fool!
I know you want to.
Squeeze it out
of the dirty rag
and wipe
your brow with your angst
until
the birds sing again.
david michael jackson August 5, 2012
What’s the use he says.
What’s the point.
Who says there
has to be a point.
A point to get stuck on?
Wasting your life is an alternative to
driving yourself into
cramped molds,
bread molds
medicine molds
molds which paychecks fit into
molds which success fits into
I have been hammered into these molds
by the pressure of the years. I lie like putty
in every intended and required shape
and yet
I still
I find this poem lying
gracefully along
the red mahogany
table
David Michael Jackson
Louis has a lot to say in the prologue to to this song. I wish what he wishes.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wgYgl4OodeY
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VxjzkttwpuQ
Gotta Hear Hello Dolly, Ya know?
You just gotta hear this one too He sings of angels singing above. He’s one of them now and I see why the singing of angels has to be so special.
(August 4, 1901 – July 6, 1971
When I was a child in Tennessee the only black people I got to see on TV were Sammy, Louis, and Nat. I was a little boy and I didn’t understand. I still don’t. Now I know they helped take us beyond all of that or at least get us on the road.
In a large way I grew up with Louis Armstrong. He became a part of all of us. Our love for this man flows because of the joy! If you took joy and condensed it, squeezed it down until it was pure, you’d have Louis Armstrong. You made one little boy smile and you’ve made the old man smile with a tear.
Hey Pops, thank you for the joy.
david michael jackson August 4, 2012
Befits me I guess this
serving of poems in the night.
You read the poem and leave me
silently.
I put my name on it but you do not remember me
tomorrow.
My fifteen minutes is ten seconds of your time,
ten seconds of hers, of his.
I have ten seconds, ten seconds.
My father, my father,
oh how his eyes did shine!
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