PRIVACY BEDLAM
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.