Slide Show - Images (mostly) from The Illustrated History of Painting


Saturday, March 2, 2013

Popular Song

Popular Song

People who live

in popular song

fall in love.


Claim they can’t live

without you.

As do I.

And the one before me.

Citizens of popular song

come into

and out of

one another’s  lives.


With abandon.

Guised as bedrock.

Or smashing decoration.

Later stanzas close doors.

Leaving lovers

inside the song. Alone.

They can’t go on.

But do.

Reanimate themselves.

Like steamrolled cats

In Looney Tune reels.

Their comic lot

just another song.

Elation and its cost

ready to be cued.

I'm not one to regularly post my poor attempts as poetry. But I didn't actually write this one. It came to me, almost fully formed, in a dream. A dream, I believe, which was catalyzed by late night reading about Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche - an infamous early populizer of Tibetan Buddhism in America.  

Time spent in the Himalaya put-paid to decades of obsession with cosmological and/or metaphysical speculation. Entertained notions born of my own genetic predisposition to unbidden visionary experience coupled with oral and written first & second-hand accounts of conversant experience.  

The novelty of looking again at something that might be described as akin to an old-love may have given rise to this self-cautionary epistle to.........myself?