November Retrospective
it was to be a month
of great serious working and learning
vast knowledge garnered
from every possible source
summated and chronicled
in every conceivable way
written spoke danced screamed if necessary
fucked fought -- tear assunder each inner chain
new worlds inner real and outer false
explored fairly with personal judgement
that Blake or Whitman could apply
for you see business earth world -
North America
nearly lost it's hold on me
fought and struggled we
in strict self-denial bank accounts
November iron calender -- I fought for you
then childish weak willed sinner that I be
gave up the ghost, the fight -
nearly even the dream
I say that I did work, scratchy notes:
some written some screamed some fucked some fought
O November do you remember -- where goest thou
fleet days, quiet serene -- quickly passed
one missed is one lost
an old man told me that; I know it to be true
November you are lost and gone forever
November I wanted to do better