Fallen Dogs
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Fallen Dogs
Copyright: 2004
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This first is a longer poem, really – and I had to hesitate before including it, because it contains a number of fairly obvious flaws. Never the less, as an opener for work I consider comfortable, perhaps it is of assistance to include something which provides no comfort whatsoever. Thus:
Confessions
May 3, 1997
they wanted me to tell them everything
back then when I didn't even know who or why I was
they told me I had all the answers to cure myself
that I could figure out all the complex notions of the world
sooner than they could teach me
They taught me to hate
the world, them, myself
Once upon a way back then
I found that there were ways
means of self destruction
beyond the classical exorcism of personality
offered - even advertised
glorified - through the constant barrage
electronic black white television broadcasts
black and white
because
we were too poor to purchase that complex new Zenith model
claiming cable readiness
because I was and am a system
of on and off equations
with no in between most of the time
black and white
because that's what the world was supposed to come down to -
simplicity
they wanted me to expose all my black --
for intervention
where I was not wanted
for evil - for black I as wrong
white good
confessions
cleanse myself become
something
other
back then
even through the layering in of hate
I thought perhaps they were right
I have become -
not what they expected
there is a bitter cliché
called bitter taste to go
with ravaged thoughts and pussing words
spewed forth and called clean
there's a focusing down
that goes along with this
an annihilation of what I've been informed was my soul
sometimes all that's left now
strained-against-the-strappings rage
I can't do any more than paste out
with that veneer of civilization
they kept ranting incoherently about
in the back
of this half way to sullen mind
is a chair
stacked moments ago upon dozens of others
plastic and identical now - for this memory - it's taken its place
flush against the dusty white concrete
sitting here I can recall
the pressing in I feel
as it shows me again that fitting to form
was never intended by the manufacturers
"Make it look nice but you've go Ht to keep
the kids awake"
"Can't have 'em too sure of 'emselves
they'll fall asleep"
and it was so
now the chair is part of me
I'm part of it
wide awake watching
this one's mouth move
Why won't you behave like the other kids
silent
because I am not them
"Why won't you sit through
the methodology
our progressive system"
refuse to allow myself
rage
poisoned by your ethics
stamped case mass production
another lot here another
and more in line
"Why won't you just sit still for your classes
regurgitate these things we try to teach you"
these things you hold dear like my silence
are alien to me
your things are not mine - I know no kinship to you
We are so many more than you
in the end they beat me down
four years of my life
I sat within
brick walls on
chairs made for looks
knowing answers
I couldn't voice
showing up the other kids
begets ostracism
once one is one
twice two
is four four fours is sixteen
and on - progression
oft exemplified in later years
with rabbits
I was in third
grade timing my answers to their pride
and retribution
accepting their tests
on paper and playground
becoming what
I was not
four years of paraffin conformity
slipping through the grillwork classroom after classroom
they said I was better
running deep
saved more than just the Tridents in those days of rank
formation and file
from what I'm not quite sure
becoming?
I became what they wanted me to be
everything they ever wondered about
I've cut out my sole
possession watched it laid waste
handed back delicate
ribbons from it brushing against the floor
they told me
I was a new person
back then I though they might be right
Now I'm sure
In the end they beat me down
In the end
Rudyard Kipling
still speaks in my head
his works I read and cherished
works of devotion and arrogance
works of intellect
run spot run
his works told me of a place beyond myself
of poetry in motion
the flow of words
taunting
loving
all one
run spot run
see spot's runs
spot's proper noun lies dormant
in this mind
no longer survives
those happy children's books made by and for adults
he's weaving cartoon tales and lies
cut and glued up to the cement
where the plastic chairs live
for every creation there is destruction
for every destruction a new machine is born
and they told me that I had become just what they wished
all their students would strive to be
"Model advanced child
high placement seems
a
bit
disoriented
much of the time
all the smart boys do that some"
If
I'd only exerted
for those higher grades
C
for every machine there is soldered in a sequence
of programmed motions
counters to events
responses to the known
question
for every mechanical part there is a stress within
system a balance that must be reached
lest the whole
ravel and disassociate
and in the end they beat me down
like the walls of Jericho I fell
pounded to the call of
their ram's horns
late at night I've listened to their words shuffling
coughing back and forth in sleepless anticipation
next
motive series
next motive
series
sometimes the stresses are more than a body can accept
and the walls came tumbling down
come tells us your troubles little one
tells us your troubles - a present a present - I stole from them
they whispered Golem Golem in the dark - thief come
tells us your trials
it will make you well
I spoke softly troubles upon troubles
but I want to know - was that what they wanted of me?
in that childhood I was I can't remember
if they listened to the answers or if ?
the questions were only part of an ordinal sequence
twice too is also twice too
I can't recall their wording
just that in their I perfect eyes
I was not quite what they were looking for
slightly squeezing through the crevices in the mold
my thought processes had become
not what I was
not what I once was
there are more of me than I can count in here now
contradictory indications fading like colors in an acid bath
which one shall I be today - carbolic picric lysergic?
I ask them what do you feel
but they paraphrase the question back at me
so I tell the truth I've been secondary
I feel nothing
seems these days have found me more mechanical than human
nothing wrong with the spinning gears when they're not inside my head
seems I'm smooth and I'm what I do never what I've been
but I just do by utility - that is what I am
I asked them what do you feel
but they felt so angry they couldn't answer
metal structure's a device an analogue replica A of the mind
paranoia's a nothingness - everything falling in about my ears
everyone's an emptiness vast gulf from them to here
utility is getting done - what must be done what will be done
anger is a burial ground for them for me for years
they went against the known response
turned the question inside itself
they asked me what I was today
I said getting done
utility
mechanical
something human lost
out amongst the gears
ripping friction of running
without oil
survival
I've gotten done
mostly
they wanted me to tell them everything
I can't
recall if they wanted to hear me
in the answer
if they wanted a solution
their sociological equations
kept slipping
but in my answers
I have slipped into something dead
tarnished by aggression
by hate
but something vastly shiny all the same
or all the same to me
still I can't recall
you asked me just now for a