I never wanted things my way.
The sound of rain pelting the sand
Meant more to me
Than any accolade or disgrace.
I was no Andy Warhol, painting portrait series of Russell Means––
I’m thinking of the one
In grey, black, white, and silver
Hanging in the Denver Museum of Art.
Many a reality have I suspended,
Running this government of molecules.
When I was an infant, snakes danced for me.
Garlands of letters flashed in rapture.
Whatever controversy the hour brings forth,
The sacredness of the world
Strips away the last sense of security––
The loneliness that enmeshed you
In pointless and lifelong struggle.
7 July 2010
Spoken word version from Venerable Madtown Hall, copyright © 2013 by Jim Cohn.
Video clip from The Making of Venerable Madtown Hall, copyright © 2013 by Jim Cohn.