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::: 25: Barge Music :::

I am a little modern.
Skyscrapers sink and rise.
No, it is not my chair, all chairs unfold.
It is like a community church gathering,
Only it is not Sunday.

I have never attended a church service,
Even during a wedding I wait until the reception.
I know the wind with its gulls and helicopters
Are more intent than the tourists on the pier.

The Brooklyn Bridge has a tendency to cut through my field of vision.
Out of the portal of the barge,
Held in close by the cherry wood paneling
And the stale smell as I enter resurfaces
Into a mind of chocolate, old coffee and Styrofoam.

I am a little modern
Like Mike Liegh’s Naked.
Ascending and descending
Into the drift American dead imagination.
What was I thinking?
Under this motion, spell, Voodoo
From so far away from what could be the Loch Ness of Michigan.

Rubbish! Garbage! All of it!
There are monkeys laughing at the piano.
It is not a pursuit- get it? OK?
So is it serious or not?
When I walk away the sounds and vibrations
Are still in motion traveling out
Beyond our known system.
Even our own thought
In motion.

Popeye the Sailor
Begins to play in my head
As it does in yours.

A Jewish theme? Irish? Turkish?
Still in motion and traveling out
Beyond our known system.
Who is listening?

Written by: ~ J.D. Szalla

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