Untitled, January 2010
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Life is a series, a series of accidents,
Random accidents
Some good, some bad
End quote
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Beatles and Hendrix and the Stones, Patti Smith, not in that order
Later Cure, the Smiths, Elastica
Shown me by daughters of another world
Whom and that I admired
Penny loafers on cold days
When my bicycle betrayed me
And I started dreaming of the old world
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When I was thirteen I fell in love with rock music
A solitary freedom affording me escape
From an unchosen clean slate that was not mine
And that still isn’t
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It was conditional
Bound to blindness shrouded in grey
A piercing, blindfolded walk
With washed out jeans that I tried to shove into a metal box
And there were no books, either
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Normalized patterns
Alongside an election that ended it all
Globalization, with a Z,
Because we could!
Art and fogged in galleries upon galleries
Tucked in around Chinatown
And the undulating asphalt I grew to love, to crave
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Oh, the trysts!
Intermittent flurries
My heart bled and I found religion
Compassionate expressions and ascetic desires
Also born of Parvati’s womb
And I never looked back
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We are watching a new decade unfold
A complex environment
With uprooted discourses
The un-spirit of a generation,
Because we can!
Language of fearfully poised, inspired eyes
And watching as action
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Oh, the resources that are not mine, he said
A different balance, he said
A series of accidents
Some good, some bad
And a new President in a pear tree
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In a nod to that which I had been reading,
I re-compiled a fragmented year, in numbers:
There were four years, four hundred seven days
And three in Helsinki
Six hundred kilometers from Berlin to Warsaw
Nineteen thousand feet below Kilimanjaro
And seventy-five million bottles of rosé
(Of which we drank eighteen, he said)
And matter and time and space twelve thousand miles away
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A series of random accidents, daily patterns
Some good, some bad
The ongoing celebration
Leading to some goats!
And chosen with no books!
