May 20 by The Running Son
If good times are coming
let ’em come. Stop running,
take a pill, chill, winning runners
running doing nothing
loving anyone for nothing.
Cane, taking able-bodied
mocking stones, Sage-ing tamers.
Later ages of young trade-labor
stages and home-life victim-wives
buying knifes, small white lights–
all surgeries sicken my eyes! When doses
are over-sized or over-prized, something
pops-open deep inside Gods eyes.
And angels are then named,
and great fires on horizons
named in versions of the bible,
canonized and Billy idolized
by tragic titles, like Ziggy smiles,
and “star-walk dusty files”.
Left-hand talking sages are playing
ageless messages, in strange
and not so famous sayings,
and making public tribute payings.
No matter good times or not,
I’m making good on things.
by Jim Aldrich
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