Once Upon a Time
Once Upon a Time
we were born wrapped in barbed wire
with pain so barbarous and ordinary that its memory
has been repressed by all guilty participants
only to be adequately replaced with brilliant, original
and new pain; the bum on the corner of laguna ave
and echo park that covers himself up to his head
to dull the cold nights, to block the blinding light of pain
or as drunken guatemalans are murdered for holding knives
off union and 6 (while americans, the less-colorful
kind, are honored as patriots for carrying rifles)
and as i pass by, my car’s rack ‘n pinion needing
repairing and/or replacing, and as i try to remember
if i have enough money on my debit card to buy
cat food, wondering if the vons is still open
while my brothers think seriously on joining
the military, or if i will be able to find parking on
sunset blvd, beautiful, tall girls having taken all the spaces
coming from far off places like wisconsin, michigan
alabama; and myself, finding it hard on deciding
to be upset or not about this, each method of coping valid
it has been said, and there is proof, that once
upon a time i used to write about drinking wild
turkey, sex, loading and unloading fedex trailers and a
fashionable, romantic and poetic embrace of apathy
now, as i speak to you and as you hear me
staring at my lips, weighing out the value and
judging the content, i do not mention my father
and the dry, grey doctors manipulative maltreatment
of his back pain, leg pain, sleeplessness, anxiety
prescribing him the newest and most-expensive
most-addictive, higher-profit-margin narcotics
and you will not know that his company is moving to
mexico for a higher-profit-margin wage trade-of
the irony being that the company is leaving
the united states and its underpaid mexican workforce
for a cheaper-still, underpaid foreign mexican workforce
and as you question the art or lack thereof
believing the lie that words are spoken, that poetry
is found in books, on pages, in history, in magazines
on websites; that it’s spoken, sung, said, read, mouthed
recited, regurgitated; i look onto you and the
disillusionment in your eyes is profound and beautiful