Monday, July 01, 2019

recovering notes from the deep, part 21


it's been about fifty years since consciously
giving up sloganeering as ideology
     (as best i could)
     as a means to an end
which never rang true with my union brothers & sisters
obvious during the many ganja lunchtimes
in the parking lot
from those who actually looked beyond
the putrid haze
in the cusp
of rustbelt deindustrialization

it was more like up against the wall motherfucker
you're not telling me anything
     we haven't already lived

so it all gathered like a restless storm
antsy to
     get out
anxious to get off those stranded overhead crane runways
of neville island
find a new way and a new place
electrician tools and good wits
far far to the north
beyond the wrecking ball renaissance
where corrupted minds
(my own included)
dodging those aiming to break your spirit & body

so with each north woods winter
frozen death before renewal
when you see the northern lights
when you hear the loneliest of howls
kiss the night as your lover
raise an open hand

--- e b bortz

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