New Poem
I haven't updated the blog recently, because I've been writing more or less solidly for the past three weeks - but here is the new poem that I performed at Worcester SpeakEasy last night . . . .
Rules
Rules
– more rules and regulations,
hierarchical
domain.
They
make the rules to chain the mind –
how
to sit and what to say,
what
not to do, the shoes to wear,
as
though it were the only way.
They
say, “Accept these blinkers, never look
to
right or left, aside from what’s in front,
or
see the full horizon and the sky,
just
move on artificial rails, defined
like
carriages pulled after the express,
who
cannot speak their minds or show dissent,
just
following the engine and the laid-down track.”
I
say –
“Come
back to life and break the rules!
Break
every rule they give you, then some more!
De-couple
from the engine, jump the rails,
find
a different course, ignore
the
things that you are told you should obey!
Have
no belief in status – just because
a
person wears a suit, a badge, a hat,
that
doesn’t make them your superior,
it
only means that they can’t disbelieve
in
rules that they themselves were one time taught;
they
kept their blinkers on, and didn’t see
your
vision, the horizon, or the sky.”
Brilliant
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