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Poem / Religion and Spirituality
Floating just above touchdown spots all looking not quite right
for my foot. I have not belonged to or in society though I
function here on some levels. I could evade the tacklers when in
my youth I suited up in pads and played ball. Now
I still evade though the IRS has tackled me once or twice. As a writer I have Musicated my words and I am not yet pleased with the results. As a musician and composer I have wordified my music and still no satisfaction. As a business owner I have artified my wood floors and won a Best of Boston award in 2008. I currently hover over plans of my ultimate flooring masterpiece at the riverfront hovel my home in Blackstone. Will my foot finally touch down upon its completion and will future generations of composers and songwriters walk on it? I hope they will. I hope to join humanity my narcissism aside joyfully for one great moment. And one moment turning into the next and maybe I don't as the story unfolds need to return to that self absorbed region but join instead ...join in
My lovely Suzanne tolerates and enjoys me and the mother of my Daughter Robin before her did tolerate me as well until the IRS tackled me and life spun out of control. We have all in this life returned to dust and re emerged as something better. I put my fatherly arm around the shoulder of my daughter once telling her in a comforting tone" its all about dying honey" we laugh about it now but being in the throes of adolesence at the time she was not comforted.It is the death of notions I was referring to which will comfort by the jettisoning of discomforting illusion.
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