Daily Archives: December 8, 2012

Whoever Killed John Lennon: Overheard Rant

When whoever it was killed
John Lennon, I got very quiet.
When whoever it was killed
Kurt Cobain, Dimebag Darrell,
Biggie, Tupac, Jam Master Jay,
I got very quiet.  Who is killing
everyone?  I stay quiet so they don’t
come for me.  That’s why I was never
a big star, though I could have been;
it’s not safe, someone kills them.  It’s
a conspiracy, of course it is —

shh, though.  Stay quiet.  Don’t
speak of it.  Whoever kills them,
no matter who pulls the trigger,
is listening.  The Stones said something
about it, of course someone 
tried to kill Mick and he got lucky
but if you think about it, they got real quiet,
mostly making do after that.  Mostly.

Mostly I stay quiet.  Whoever it is
kills the loud is still out there.  
They call me crazy for thinking that —
who’s still loud out there, eh?  
I keep my mouth shut.  Ever since
John Lennon, more and more shut.
Don’t open your mouth and stop trying.
Stay shut.  It’s safe.

 


Mouse?

It skitters past
quickly enough
to make me wonder
if I saw it.  

I have always trusted
my senses.
If I think I saw something,
I probably did.

I tear into the dark corner
to find it.
There’s nothing there —
time to stop trusting my senses?

Or is it my execution
that’s lacking?  
Did I miss it?
Was I too slow?  

Did I see
something
that can disappear
at will,

and I’m
just behind
the sensory
learning curve?

Did I —
against all odds —
imagine it?  
Or perhaps

I possess
newly broken eyes,
and what I saw
crossed my retina 

from within.  
Anything’s possible, now
that I have come
to this age.

On the floor
I rock on my knees,
thinking about how much
getting up is going to hurt —

it does, always,
lately.  Maybe I’ll lie down
right here and see if
I can see that mouse.

If I catch him,
if he comes sniffing around me,
I’ll be here.  Waiting. 
What I do best, now.