“Again with This”
In 1979, Eugene Kenney (with help from Rarefied Media) shot the Eye of Horus on the Trans-America Pyramid in San Francisco.
Again with This
Again with this.
Lying through my teeth so much
I’ll probably lose them to the bank.
If Gino was here–
if you were here, you’d have something on “truth.”
Not “I can’t because I don’t want to”
truth, or even “you got it, man” truth.
Something about success coming
30 years too soon.
You’d say something about art,
our world, regardless of where we are.
Something as true as the Eye of Horus
knifing that July evening in two.
You’d assure me that there’s some truth
in how well I butchered that
Carver poem from memory.
And laugh that Carver and Bukowski
were the two read in your name.
Hell, I laughed later.
What more can you do?
Have a drink, hell, I’d love to
but not now, right?
Not with what we know now,
even when everybody knew the last
30 years were blown like the bottle.
Your handshake questions
and your IOU answers.
Dig this truth: I love you.
Not the “never having to say sorry” bullshit truth.
Not the “be vulnerable” truth.
The “I love you, I just
can’t be like you, baby” truth.
I can’t write off, I can’t cool my way through,
even though that’s what I dug about you.
Yes, loved.
To a man
Lost in Ireland was his
Sense of self, grounded
In nothing but what
He made it to be
Reaching out to find
Nothing
But old ideas and loose change
Beating a whole in his pocket
That could not connect
To what he had
False starts and true ends
Brought sameness and estrangement
To two who had
Only the other to know
What he missed
All knowing eye
With no knowing I
Tried my damnedest
To break through to
Who I thought
May be me
November 10
A sad day, my day
To remember whose
Blood
Courses through my veins
A toast to Osiris, Horus and Ra
Bring him the rest
Where he is
Since he lacked it
Where he was