The day my friends were shut

The day my friends were shut
I thought me timed to soak up
freely hurling, beating rocks
as targets for me to jump at:
to lemming their concern
for neurosis TV-induced,
like they lend me their wisdom loose
and cut themselves free
from freedom
and clear from clarity . . .

With a one, two, hand clap
and money worry
landed in your dinner lap;
while a fool that drones
about phones that drool,
to fence the issue, which is ~
suspense is killing me! ~
(with flash flash schedule
in your eyes and through your brain)
cut and dried
happiness on a plate . . .
that ever fails to make
the day my friends were shut
a realer taste of muchness much.



        London, 1985