Untitled No. Seven
"Good! Ha! What is GOOD is good for YOU. What's GOOD needs your
heart, must have your heart!, dies without your heart. Without it we abuse
ourselves and become nothings, shells devoid of all which serves to make us
worthy."
best times are no dreaming just deep deep slumber nothing there no sex no desire just warmth and
shuffling to the toilet small steps not awake good feeling to be alone then darkness yes as stream
sounds ripple down the side of one triangle quiet isolated on that piece of earth thinking of geronimo
chief joseph leonard winona la even poor ishi who made the mistake of looking for food and some
poor alternative to his dead fellows these things surround this man about to jump way, way out into
the ether. used to be that all the heroes male ones anyway were older men not the melrose types but
randolph scotts and marvin borgnine ryan and holden who struck his head drunk bled to death alone
remember him in river kwai shouting kill him kill and wild peckinpaw bunch too oh dear he was my
favorite but now, now, the old ones stand aside for a world that has no respect and less endurance a
world that seems to run on empty always changing, changing, holding nothing sacred nor with care
this world is touchy yes, but so am i less forgiving than a demon virus slate wiper causing skin to
slough oh yes thats me i am such too unforgiving and proud to have taken a stand, oh yes. never
wanted to become a hero that is for sure but no one asked and if they had i would have run run run
as fast as lighting to some hole to hide and try to dream myself away to another time or world where
there could be a start again but no, no, was given no such chance and so must do as i have to do
must do what so few others are confronted with how come me i ask how come me? it will be peace
so said the warrior yes as tears fled slowly south a peace betrayal corruption of the soul but still...still
there is a wonder in the doing a wonder in the being true a wonder in the hero wondering if there
ever will be smiles. you see despair is always nipping crying in a shadow ever thickening ever shifting
but that despair can never come close as long as there is light, light, yes the light will save me, you us
all for action counts not the thinking the count which carries buoys supports and structures yes the
action true instinct directed causes gods to rise but no, such gods dont know dont feel he simply is
for others must define and label provide the stage must point embellish that which they can never
be...
Jordan S. Dill
(used by permission of the Author)