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