All my life
the censors have
circumscribed me
telling me what to do
and what not,
what’s possible
and what isn’t,
dictating all that’s
expected,
normal,
accepted,
and for years I’ve struggled
to break free of
parentsalways the girlfriends,
religion
society
government
editors
girlfriends
other friends too,
finally,
after years
of
struggle,
I no longer heed those voices
or their limits,
and
now I’m
free,
mostly,
just one voice remains,
the
biggest
meanest
toughest of all
but I’m on it
I bribe him with
promises of
Paris,
Amsterdam,
Palermo,
(or at least the Bunny Ranch),
I distract him with beer,
I threaten
suicide,
but to no avail,
that son-of-a-bitch
still hasn’t figured
out
who the fuck
he
is.
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Paul Hellweg has felt his whole life as if he didn’t belong. Then a few months ago he discovered a whole new world of kindred spirits in the poetry universe, both online and at readings throughout the Los Angeles area. He’s thrilled to have finally found a place where he fits in just fine, sober or otherwise.
3 comments:
More stuff like this and he'll no longer fit in, he'll be standing head and shoulders above the poetry pack!!
Fantastic! Heart-felt and true and riveting.
bunny ranch! way to immortalize that place :)
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