Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Track 3 // Voodoo Child





I am the infant wearing holes in knees & paths
        in a cosmos of carpet,

        an awkward adolescence learning to dance
        the circumference of puberty's circumstance,
        on the cusp of & falling

        on two feet, on the way to six,
        somewhere in the middle where you take dreams
        off at the door, like shoes, so you don't track
        mud in

        the old man hugging a cane at the turn of the river,
        where all the maidens leave the water,
        about to pull out

I am the watch
          man                      telling time with my hands,
          like a blind man.         I keep them in motion                  
          collecting faces                               in circles
          of our loco/motion
                                  

I must re-wind regularly
or lose minutes, never ours
to begin with

wrist worn
where the leather sweats and tightens,
that is the thing with time -- it never stretches
beyond its contractions & our actions
only quicken the knotches on the frame of the closet
until they are tracks - the train pulls out
& the conductor's checking tickets
to punch the clock
                               of our arrival
                               of our departure
                               of our occupation, by occupying
                               forces.

Time is money, money is time
& no one ever feels they are paid enough;
what we are worth.

What are we worth?
They put pyramids on our dollars to remind us
we are all a slave to something,
                 pick one. It's                  multiple
                                choice.

I bank mine in an account
for when I am asked to give an account
for it & don't count on interest.

At the bookstore, I watched a man,
lockpicked his life with my pen & stole three minutes
of his meaning. Time is of the essence.

He laughed & took ten back,
in a race between Walking Dead & Batman,
from who will win the Super Bowl to where I bought my shirt,
as an investment in human capital;futures
in a stock, not store bought
or auctioned off.

Watch long enough, the truth will walk
across the field of your vision - running fingers
through the wheat
                             both sold 4cheap 2often
                                                   to make bread,
                                                   to make cheddar.

What was it the joker said to the thief?

Watchman, what do you see?
What do you see?

                                                Who do I have to pay
                                                to get out?



47 comments:

  1. The title is a reference to All along the watchtower .by Hendrix and it influenced the close as well.

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  2. Hey x-- being from that era, I think the original song was by Dylan! A great song and this is really a spoken word piece too I think-- the questions and difficulties both clear and murky as they are in life-- the interlude with the guy lock picking his life is especially compelling, I thought. K. Ps-- I think a typo on adolescent--

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    1. Thanks for the catch on the typo.

      Yep, I know Dylan, but Hendrix was my first intro to it that I remember.

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  3. Love how the watchman always fade here.. and maybe under that pyramid of cash we need to be the joker or the thief. Love how you trade in time.. time is essence.. alas for the wrong reason.

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  4. Your first line pulls in...though I don't know the reference....but got the feeling of someone lost and trapped in the issues of time and multiple choices...to get out?...pay just with your service, I guess...

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  5. I love your thought of taking off dreams at the door, so's not to tread mud in... So you can create a brand new, unbiased, uninfluenced one? I'd like to think so, anyway.

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  6. you've put together so many things in one piece..and a blind watchman...ha..i had to go through the Voodoo Child and All Along the Watchtower lyrics..an intense poem.. ...

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  7. Will the watchdog let people out ever?

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    1. Great question.

      Thoughts?

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    2. interesting - depends on who the watchdog actually is?

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  8. Time is money indeed. Like the complexity yet simplicity of this piece. Like a pendulum of emotions going back and forth.

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  9. ha - there must be some way out - a rich poem - from the dreams that we take off at the door to stealing each others time to trying to master it, to re-calibrate something that we only borrowed anyway. if i were the thief i would answer (against my nature of course) that a solution could be in the giving.
    have you ever read "Momo" by Michael Ende? it's a cool story for kids actually about time thieves - i read it AGES ago - ha..smiles

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    1. Huh, will have to look up the book. Reminds me of a movie I saw as a kid too.

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  10. I read this earlier but took my time to process it, smiles ~

    The use of time throughout our lives & its use & or misuse gave me the impression that the watchman is ultimately the time keeper & watcher ~ he is not blind because everyone knows that:

    Time is money, money is time
    & no one ever feels they are paid enough;
    what we are worth.

    We are indeed slave to something & I don't think we can ever get out ~ This is a very lush poem X, and one that I would have to read again ~

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  11. somewhere in the middle where you take dreams
    off at the door, like shoes, so you don't track
    mud in

    This is brilliant and the part with the pyramids on dollars thought-provoking, disturbing

    mindlovemisery

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  12. i read it 5 times and LOVE IT better each time.. NOW
    To Love something MORE is A Secret
    To Love something
    less
    is A
    pAtH to HeIL..
    Lots of Love..
    Some watchmen
    control otHeRs
    KEEP EXPANDING
    KIND A LIKE GOD..
    and when i go to
    a bookstore i
    copy just
    enough
    to advertise
    and help
    aVoid
    moNeY
    ALLtoGeThER..
    PyraMids of Truth and LiGHT
    WitH StAnD.. SaNDS
    Un
    TiME..
    i have a
    feeling thIS
    prompt is gonna be fun..
    smiles.. LOL WatcHman
    is one of
    my faVoRite
    speciAl
    inteRests
    but i for one
    JUST WATCH
    wait unTil the
    n0w is
    JuST
    TiME..:)

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  13. I'm not familiar with Voodoo Child...will have to check it out. Thought-provoking and rather desperate poem, Xcellent! Time and money...neither ours to begin with.

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    1. It was the anme of Hendrix' album that the song appeared on.

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  14. Wow, from TIME BANDITS to THE JOKER to KAFKA to DYLAN to HENDRIX, you have got my head spinning. /Who do I pay to get out of here?/ indeed. An intense journey, this read. I like the lines /watch long enough, the truth will walk/across the field of your vision/.

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  15. What are we worth....good question....I saw today a post that was on Facebook about why are we making stupid people famous...my point is why are important questions not asked enough...why is wisdom not cultivated in schools instead of spending three quarter of the year teaching them how to pass a standardized test...why?

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    1. Oh my - you are in my wheel house now with EDUCATION. Why don't we teach wisdom, wise choices. I think there is definitely room to teach it, and I incorporate a lot of it into my math classes - but they do not get this. You would think the church would be another place, but they are not doing it well. The home, again, not going very well. So I agree, the school has to be a place where we teach what is important in life.

      Until the community pushes it though, character education will take a back seat.

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  16. I must re-wind regularly
    or lose minutes, never ours
    to begin with

    These lines are so full of depth & wisdom. Excellent write :)

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  17. That illusive human construct we call time--so well personified and analyzed. Your poems are so thought-provoking...a call to stand at attention!

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  18. I am loving the whole poem and these lines itself:


    What are we worth?
    They put pyramids on our dollars to remind us
    we are all a slave to something,
    pick one.

    Yes, indeed - our $100 bills and $50 bills and so forth, all legal tender.
    In the end we are all doom.

    Love this piece my friend x.

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    1. P.S New poem on my blog. Stop by and have a trip. :)

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  19. Interesting take on the prompt. Time marches on for all of us, whether we are watching or not, someone somewhere is watching. Thankfully the price of getting out alive has already been paid. Peace, Linda

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  20. I guess I'm the only one who thinks this is about a pimp, trying to keep his bitches & hos in line. "You know it's hard out here for a pimp ..." I love that movie. Don't you?

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    1. It was that I did not get a chance to change the personal possessive until your reminder wasn't it.

      Grammar kills, just saying. Ha.

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    2. Actually, it was the boy caught somewhere between a toddler and a man (internally more than externally), surrounded by "carpet," and then the idea of him keeping track of dollars and minutes as if they meant more to him than anything else. The way he measures his own worth is largely tied to the number and value of the women he collects. Assigning a dollar value to human lives and bodies. And really, what are we all doing but whoring ourselves out in one way or another? It's a metaphor for any number of things we're "sold into" or forced into or led toward for survival.

      And yes; grammar does kill, in a number of ways.

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  21. I really liked your take on the prompt. "Watch man" indeed sees so much, whether he/she is a time keeper or watching the truth walk across one's field of vision. I think perhaps each of us in the 'watch man' in our own way! A very cool write, X.

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  22. The minutes that were never ours to begin with--our time is illusory --and our time together, maybe just a dream--loved this---

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  23. a watchman - I wonder does he just watch time or does he watch everything and everyone? Have you ever noticed when you watch time it seems to move very slowly, but when we aren't watching it seems to fly much faster than the speed of sound tick tick tick. Does that make sense? Do we get paid enough to give up a huge portion of our lives to those who don't appreciate what or who we are? In my circle we bring dreams in to share, but I do think sometimes we need to leave some at the door, so we can dream more vibrant dreams..untarnished by preconceived ideas and reality. Is the watchman a symbol of a slow death...perhaps, it is a reminder to live in the "now". Too much to think about here.

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    1. It is interesting to think about how much time we give up - and what that costs us. Moving from an agrarian society and working the land which is endless but keeps us at home with the ones we love, versus going away from home to serve another. What is it worth?

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  24. So let us not talk falsely now
    The hour's getting late.....and then wehave these lines....watch long enough, the truth will walk/across the field of your vision/. We cannot teach wisdom like we teach math. But it would be a wonderful thing if we encouraged obtaining and seeking wisdom. We are all of us slaves and whores to the great god Mammon - it is how we make our choices, how we watch and learn, whether we choose Truth or Ephemera....most excellent write my friend. It has been thrice read and I imagine, one more time before I sleep.

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  25. I resonate with the pyramid that symbolizes we're all a slave to something, and the majority of us never get paid what we're worth, for sure. The conductor punching tickets speaks to me, as my train speeds up on its way to the final destination, LOL.

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  26. I too had to come back to this with fresh eyes this morning, as last night my brain was fried. So much imagery in here - a great diversity of experience and voices. Perhaps too much for a single poem, although I do appreciate its kaleidoscope quality. I particularly liked the stark simplicity of this:
    At the bookstore, I watched a man,
    lockpicked his life with my pen & stole three minutes
    of his meaning. Time is of the essence.
    Puts any number of thoughts in my mind.
    Also, a very filmic quality to your poetry.

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  27. Time is money ... alright ... and worth? ...I see the beggars at the corner, and when I offer them a sandwich and a smoke ... some smile and accept, and some don't ... cuz I don't carry clean needles for them with me ... o, well ... Love, cat.

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  28. Every day I ask myself the same question, everyday...

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  29. Your writing continues to develop and mature at a staggering pace, and I truly am often now left speechless in front of your gift. Perhaps the most amazing part of it is that no matter how deep you go diving, how personal your image may be, there is always access for anyone who wants to find it--always something all kinds of readers can relate to--really, that is exceptional, and tho often I find bits and parts of your wholes beyond my grasp, still I feel all kinds of echoes and vibrations that give me a meaning. (I have just read the last three poems back to back--the one below this my favorite of the grouping--but cumulatively, they knock me out.) This blog has certainly been the vehicle to let loose so much---so glad you did it.

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  30. that is the thing with time -- it never stretches
    beyond its contractions & our actions

    Yes, it is a constant and everyone and everything would have to adjust to its inflexible notions.

    Hank

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  31. I like the idea that the pyramids on the US dollar are to remind us that we're all slaves to something. As A Canadian, I can't help but thing...perhaps our Canadian money needs some sort of reminder as well...

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  32. Very subtle and intense....
    on two feet, on the way to six,
    somewhere in the middle where you take dreams
    off at the door, like shoes, so you don't track
    mud in
    loved these lines.....

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  33. I love the humour in this! and your thoughts sliding off one atop another... like when one is falling asleep, lol! Unfortunately I couldn't relate to the Jimi Hendrix piece as SA was very much out in the Styx during that period (and still in in many ways) and I haven't been able to catch up. Big chunk missing. Maybe, one day... Brilliant write!

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  34. the two meanings of watch - time piece, and to view - really caught me here - the sweaty leather. I no longer wear a watch - nearly 4 years now, when a friend of mine died, too soon, I just took it off. ~

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